On the wagon again

I'm not sure how long this post will stay up on this blog because I am going to have a hard time seeing these pictures.

For me-it's coke, it just does it for me, it's my vice. Diet doesn't quite cut it, pepsi's fine but not he same but I love coke.

I haven't had one in a Looong time, not since Isabelle........caffeine and breast milk don't go so well for babies.

I wouldn't say this has been easy for me but the thought of not getting sleep at night because Issi is wired was just enough to keep me on the wagon.

I know it rots my teeth and my insides, it has no nutritional benifits and the sweet tar taste of it when it's flat or warm is enough to turn my stomach but there is something about the sweet black fizziness (and the drug it contains) that just sucks me in.

Yesterday I needed a coke...actually I just needed some form of comfort food. There has been a bottle sat in our fridge since last month when we went to the states for a couple of days and the events of that trip had me NEEDING a coke but I never did drink it because I also NEEDED any sleep that was possible to obtain. So we stratagized a way for me to have my coke (that's been taunting me from the fridge for a month) and Isabelle to not AND I ENJOYED!

What we left out of the equation in our stratagy was the effect caffeine would have on me after almost a year of abstenance.

I lay in bed for hours unable to sleep, feeling like my brain was physically buzzing inside my skull.

Guess I'll hop back on the wagon for a bit longer anyway