It's an addiction, okay? In the absence of my binging, my disordered eating, I am substituting. I say to myself, "NO MORE!" but the compulsion is stronger than I am. Just like when I was stuffing my face with ice cream.
I need another external motivation, like Lent and impressing the Jesus, to keep me off the Crack Coke.
A reward, you say?
WHAT A FUCKING BRILLIANT IDEA.
Lent was what, 40 days? And I went a few beyond before I indulged in DA BUBBLES. And then it was over, and I quickly deteriorated into my old habits. So let's say this time I go 50 days, until June 1st. June 2nd, it is on.
No Diet Coke for 50 days.
And what will my reward be?
GET DRUNK ON DIET COKE.
Also, $50 to spend on something on Etsy, which is a rabbit hole of awesome. A dollar a day for my PRIDE.
NO. MORE. DIET. COKE.
After tomorrow.
That's 50 days until June 1st. I counted.
After tomorrow.
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