Day 68 If I Had A Camel This Never Would Have Happened

Today, I am sadly disappointed in my new water bottle. My new stainless steel answer to buying bottled water or making a trip to another building for a drink, has gone south. This afternoon, I reached into my purse, where my water bottle was renting space and came out with a wet hand. I panicked, flinging papers, money, and my phone out as fast as I could, I literally poured about 4 oz of water out of my purse. I'm really confused because the seal safe top was screwed on and the bottle wasn't even upside down, but I somehow managed to flood everything I own, pursewise. The other problem I discovered was that it doesn't stay upright in the cup holder and twice, it lept out and rolled into the floorboard, in an attempt to lodge itself beneath my break pedal. Stupid water bottle. All of this to prove a point, all of this just to make a healthy statement and to reduce my soda consumption, Jeez who's idea was this anyway? Why did soda have to be so convenient, so refreshing, so solidly adept at following the rules of placement in a vehicle? Maybe I should use an old soda cup for water, why do I need to get all fancy and high falootin' about it? I'm sure I can find a 40 oz travel savvy cup for ice and water somewhere in my kitchen. It's really hard being healthy and responsible, in such circumstances but I must keep moving forward.
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Day 15 Zen Battle Between Self and Soda Machine

First of all, I left the house without water, this small act led to an epic battle of wills, right there in the Jiffy Lube waiting area. My mouth was to say the least, parched and felt to be covered in horse hair. I was DYING, I'm not kidding, I could feel my skin shriveling from lack of moisture and the Culligan water cooler, with the tiny, tiny cups was empty. I tipped it, I'm not gonna lie and even then was rewarded  only with a small squirt of tepid water. To my left was a gleaming Coke machine, so full of fizzy goodness, I almost dug into my purse for change, but NO, NO, NO, I would not crumble now! I pulled a book out, tried to read, glanced at the soda machine, stared at the greasy guys working on my car, snuck a longing glance at the Coke button, that would surely bring relief to the Gobi desert in my mouth, read some more, meditated, thought of waterfalls, imagined the fizz and the first eye watering sip from a cold can. Finally my car is finished and I do not even stop for water on the way home, I wait until I am standing in front of an unending supply of tap water and ice cubes and I drink until I'm sloshy. I have conquered the fizzy beast.  http://www.fastfoodboycott.blogspot.com/