Yes, I know this is nothing new. This is a random, no real point blog post.
I had a conversation with my husband tonight about that he thinks I " have been drinking too much pop lately" and he commented that it's been too much. He tries to sugar coat it by saying he has too, but that's just his way of trying to not be critical and accept some of the blame.
I think to myself
"the scale is still frigging moving"... and say "you're right, pop is my food addiction and I need to deal with it."
Food po-po and RNY cops, please pass by without a comment. I know I'm breaking someone's rules.
"A two liter bottle of RC or Pepsi (diet, whatever) is $0.99 cents. A 1 liter bottle of Smart Water is $1.69".
I know this is fact. I looked at my receipts. Yes, I did. Why would you know this? Because I know how much I spend on things I keep in my house all the time. These are two of those things.
Green police: Yes, I'm aware bottled water is worse for the environment than tap because plastic and I "claim" to want to do right by the environment, but until tap tastes like filtered (and Brita doesn't cut it for me), then we'll talk. Until then, I'll stick with my Smart Water. And tap is "free" (though I pay a water bill). But I like my Smart Water. It doesn't taste like chlorinated shit.
He shuts up about cost. Then says "it is more expensive to be healthier than to eat crap".
Um, duh. I've been saying this for over a year. And I really know from being super morbidly obese that this is the problem here in America. Just google it. I like this article: here. But this one, seriously? Like no one thought of that? Here's a good debate on this entire thought. Here's one that explains WHY, ah no-brainer, basic supply and demand. It's more important to eat healthy, but paying the bills is just as important. Here's one that talks about ways to save, but planning is key. Most
sane people of us don't plan an entire year's worth of food in advance. Seriously, here's her calendar. What about the occasional dinner guest? Or those nights when you just don't feel like cooking a thing. What about those vegans? It must be expensive for them, eh? I'm not saying all vegans are the healthiest of people, but plant foods in general.
And honestly, my pouch is an asshole (I've decided it must be a man, the way it behaves), so just because I PLAN dinner, that does NOT mean that my pouch agrees with baked herbed chicken or chili or smelly strips re-done or cheeseburgers or pork chops or whatever. Sometimes all I can have is yogurt. 'Cause that's all that stays down. Sometimes not even that. Yes, my pouch can be an asshole.
So off my tangent and back to my pop addiction. It's time I came clean.
My name is Michelle, and I am addicted to caramel colored pop. I can't get enough. Nothing compares to the bubbly yummy-ness of fizziness on the back of your tongue. Seriously. I feel this way about pop.
Some people feel this way about running, cheese, chocolate. Not me. I feel like this about pop.
I let myself have one here or there... then it crept back into my life. It's not my husband's fault. He wouldn't drink it (or buy it for himself) if I didn't bring it into this house when I shop. That's right. I do the shopping. He comes with sometimes, but I do the shopping. I say what does and does not go into the cart.
WHY THE HELL DID I LET THIS HAPPEN? Who knows? But I guess this is my cigarette addiction. It's hard to quit. Can I get me some Chantix? Probably not.
It's cheaper to drink pop than to drink bottled water. I must once again ban the caramel colored devil in this household.
Key word here, again.