As it turns out, I’ve been doing pretty well with the whole “no Aspartame” thing. I realized yesterday though, as I downed my 3rd gallon of water, that there is a good chance it’s like when we quit smoking. The first few days it’s all about proving yourself and it’s a challenge. By day 17 though, heck by day 5, it’s lost it’s luster and damn it you just want a freakin’ smoke!
*ahem*
Anywho, where was I? oh yes, doing well. The irony is that I’ve been drinking a lot more wine thank normal but hey, what’re ya gonna do? And I’ve been very proud of myself, only really being tempted around 2pm and at dinner time. Oh, and driving home from work when I want gum. But nothing too bad. That is, until today. Today when I met my Nemesis…the weekend.
It started out innocently enough. The boy and I were running errands and he headed to 7-11 for a drink. I can’t have diet soda, I won’t have regular soda, and I can’t have gum. Hmmmm. I should note I cannot be in the car without a drink and/or snack. I ended up with a York Peppermint Patty. But then we headed to Target and I thought I would loose it. There I stood, headlong down the aisle of all things Aspartame–diet sodas and Crystal light drinks galore. And if I thought THAT was bad, when we got to the checkout the little mini-fridge was literally calling my name. At one point one of the employees told us to go to line 3 (lines were long) and there was no wait. But the lady was snarky telling us she was closed. Poor uninformed woman. I let her know that her coworker actually told us to come to her line, where in she promptly said something that sounded like “he not my team leader” and shooed us away. I resisted the urge to scream
“TEAM Leader?! What the hell do you think this is lady the starship f’ing enterprise?!”
Which I’m glad i didn’t b/c I totally got two sci-fi space movies confused but I cannot help it…I’m in the throws of withdrawl. Anyway, after informing everyone who would listen what a snarky narcissist she was, I gave her “a stern look” and we got in a different line…a line full of gum.
After that it’s all dark and fuzzy. All I know is I’m safe at home with my wine, and I lived to tell the tale.
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