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Operation "No More Diet Coke"......

Or at least a limited number of diet coke's.  My MIL Terri got me a new Soda Stream pop making machine for Christmas.  AWESOME!!  Naturally flavored, gluten free goodness!!  No really, most of the flavors taste really good.  So, from now on, when I'm home it's all sodastream.  And, since most of the time I'm home, the diet coke addiction will hopefully go away!  Or change from killing cussing someone for drinking my last diet coke, to dealing with it in a calm manner.  :)   I'm not saying that I'll NEVER have another.  Just want to learn to enjoy in moderation. 
I also read that sometimes drinking diet soda will lead to weight gain.  Crazy, huh???  Maybe that would explain the extra 10 pounds that has made it's way to my ass in the last few years.  Or......again, it could be that I think I should just eat candy for meals.  Either way, I'm cuttin back on the soda with the help of this wonderful little machine.  I had my "faux" diet cola at the alotted 9 am soda drinking time.  Hey, don't judge me.  I don't drink coffee cause I think it smells like ass, so I can have a soda at 9 in the morning.  Hell, sometimes it's 7 am.  I was having a good morning!  I'll let you know in a few days how it's workin for me.  I'm gonna try and go all week without a real diet coke and see how I feel! 
Disclaimer:  If you see me, oh say....Friday afternoon...and I punch you in the face and scream obscenitites at you....You'll know it's not going so well. 

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  1. Note to self: Stay far, far away from Heather on Friday afternoon...just to be on the safe side.

    J/K..that machine sounds awesome....maybe it can fix my diet Pepsi addiction, that I do indulge in at 744am Monday thru Friday...first stop right after dropping stinkerbell off at school. Im not ashamed.

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