Through a series of events, I feel a little like Alma the Younger being shown the error of my ways. Except that I didn't go into a coma for 3 days or whatever. And there was no angel talking to me. Oh, and I'm pretty sure my dad wasn't praying for me to quit.
But other than that...JUST like Alma.
My brain is foggy, I have no energy, and my head is pounding. (So I said to myself - Hey! Perfect time to write a blog post.)
And just so you know, I'm also giving up sugar, white flour, and starting out my blog posts with the word "So". But only for the next 2 weeks. After that, everything's back on. Well, except maybe the caffiene. Can't forget Alma, can we?
(It's very possible that I was wrong about the coma thing. This post took way too long to write.)
Farewell, Diet Coke! How I'll miss you!
I've gotta go find that Diet Coke and Zingers lady. I heard she gave up the Diet Coke too, and I've been wondering how it's been going for her.