Goldi-Jill

For some reason, perhaps because I'm off track on goals this week because of the sickness, I've been wacked out on the amount of soda I've been drinking.

I'm back to drinking way, way too much.  Today, when it got to be 1:30 p.m., and I hadn't had any water I forced myself to drink nature's nector instead of diet cherry coke.  I KNEW I needed the water. I could tell. My mouth was constantly dry no matter how much I drank, I was getting a headache and I was just feeling off. Still, it was really hard to reach for the water bottle instead of the soda. Addiction, crazy stuff, huh?

Even now, when I've downed two liters of agua, I feel better but not completely normal. I guess because I'm still low on water for the day/week.

So clearly, I've had way too much.  But I don't feel like my reaction should be to go completely off of Diet Coke.  When I give up Diet Coke completely I miss the sound of the can cracking open and the fizz that immediately follows.  I miss the icy feeling on my throat and the little kick of the caffeine.

It occurred to me that it's rather like the story of Goldilocks and three bears.  The amount of soda I had this week was too much.  Going cold turkey is too little. I need to navigate the Diet Coke waters to find the amount that makes me exclaim, "This Diet Coke is just right!"

I think it's two cans a day, but I need to stick to that better.

I really think the Goldilocks principle (beside being about an intrusive little blonde) applies to much more in life. Have you ever experienced the "just right"ness of something similar?

Have a great weekend!