"It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive. If you don't have it you're on the other side. I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)"

So those of you trusty readers from back in the day (before this was an actual blog and just an annoying email I tortured you with) many of my posts included references to "the drink of the gods" (what mere mortals refer to as "Diet Coke.") I stopped at the Mav' everyday for my forty of the good stuff and it got me through the majority of the day until the ice melted and then I was forced to actually WALK downstairs (sniff!) to the ice machine unless of course I popped into the executive conference room's refrigerator and helped myself to the ice cold stash of Diet Coke. (I was fortunate enough to be "in" with the executive secretary so it was never stealing, which is nice since I worked for the Church! And yes, I recognize the humor in the fact that one can find Diet Coke in the refridgerator of the LDS distribution center! You don't know how many people came from the Church Office Building saying, "Oh, I could really use a Diet Coke!" when asked what they wanted to drink!!) Anyway, I'm digressing. What else is new? So I realized, way back then, that no one person should be drinking 44 ounces of Diet Coke everyday. That's just not healthy. So I stopped drinking it and ended up in the ER at 2AM after experiencing my very first migraine! Throwing up every 2 hours I am not even kidding you. It was horrible! (Until they gave me morphine, that is) Anyway, I became more of a "social drinker" after that, only drinking it when I went out for lunch or whatever. Then, somehow, I got hooked on Cherry Coke. I've always appreciated Cherry Coke, but friends (and Internet crazies) I think I might have a problem. Again. I had to resort to closet drinking because Jack was getting far too many "sips." But I'm out, kids. I am out and proud of it! So this is why I'm thinking I have a problem: So we've gone through our fair share of drama this week trying to decide whether or not to buy a house. It's really been an ordeal. And at the height of it, I just got so overwhelmed and could not shake the feeling that I NEEDED a Cherry Coke. Like NOW. So I went to get one and let me tell you, I suddenly felt like I could breathe. And I think I've had one everyday this week. This is not okay! I'm a pretty oblivious kind of friend, but even I recognize the lack of moderation when I see it. This is my problem--I don't want to give it up. I love it! Cherry Coke and Chex Mix--that's just ME. It's who I am. So I'm feeling incredibly torn right now and I think I need intervention. Or a snake handler. I'm not really sure which. Mostly I think I need a soda fountain in my house because let's be honest--the Cherry Coke from a convenience store is SO much tastier! Also, I heard a rumor (well, my husband's-cousin's-wife (HOLLA AMY!) called me from the place, so clearly not a rumor) that there is a convenience store with a drive thru window. I need to know where this place is and if there are more of them although I'm not going to lie that would only serve to further enable my habit. Sigh. I have a problem, kids. Someone call Doctor Phil!!