Seemingly Okay Right Now.

It smells like shit down here. Where is the perfume!

The only thought beating through my head this morning as I was face down in the toilet, which I had to be helped to because I was not able to walk, I was spinning and I was having a panic attack.

Believe me, I wish I had gone out drinking last night, that would have at least eased the panic. At least I would have had fun the night before. But no, last night was rather boring. I worked out after I came home, and went to bed. So what was the problem?

Well, after flipping back through my brainbook, I realized that I, for the past few days, have been drinking nothing but Diet Coke, which is my one last standing vice (That frog in my throat thing also started to make sense, I was drying up!). The only bad thing about that was that I was replacing water with Diet Coke. "Oh thank you, yes, I am very thirsty, (insert name). If you are on your way to the fridge please retrieve for me a Diet Coke."

Unfortunately for Diet Coke, they have lost one loyal customer. Unless they own Vitamin Water, in which case I have just switched beverages. Who knows. But still, this was a huge wake up call for me. I mean, I kicked cigarettes out a looong time ago. Now it is time to get rid of this one. My one last vice would be girly magazines and hello, those will not cause me to become paralyzed from the waist down for an hour. Plus, if you ever drink (I'm not talking about those stupid beach ads, either, they can shove it) Diet Coke, what is so great about it? NOTHING. I am in no way saying that Diet Coke caused my--okay I'll say it-- dehydration this morning, but I am cutting it out like Dave Coulier. Electrolytes and water now have a special place in my heart. And in my fridge. 

Trimming the fat and cutting out the bad shit has never felt so good. I guess that was God's way of telling me that I need to take better care of myself. If I ignored it before, I GET IT NOW, so thank you.