Three Weeks

Three weeks from today I was very woozy and heavily drugged, recovering from surgery. Today I'm at work, walking around and talking and frequenting Jamba Juice. And, drumroll please, it has been TWENTY ONE DAYS since I had my last Diet Coke. Now, I don't mean no disrepeck to all the hardcore addicts out there (alcohol, tobacco, crack cocaine) but man, Diet Coke has been a hard habit to kick. I have the utmost respect for anyone who quits anything more hard core than a legal and mildly addictive stimulant like caffeine. I heard from a friend (no doubt a highly reliable and scientific source) that the physical craving stops in about a week and the mental craving takes forever. I STILL get what feels like a facking caffeine-withdrawal headache every. single. afternoon. It comes on about 1pm, the time I used to drink a Diet Coke every day, and stays around well into evening. Now I originally thought than a little bit of caffeine (in the form of coffee) on the weekends wouldn't do any harm but am quickly realizing that is a LIE. The three times (in three weeks) that I've had the smallest cup of coffee (that I didn't even ever FINISH) I have been WIRED for HOURS later. Late into the night I still can't sleep. Can't even close my eyes. The days that I don't drink caffeine I sleep like a baby. A giant, exhausted, dead-to-the-world baby. Who was awoken this morning by the garbage truck at FOUR FORTY FIVE AM. Its now almost four forty five pm and I'm really dragging. I wish I could take just a sip of Diet Coke, any caffeine really, but I've learned that is a slippery slope.