Day 26 There's a Magical Soda Heaven Somewhere in Texas

Why? Why did Coca-Cola pick THIS year, the year I have chosen to banish soda from my life? They have created the ultimate in soda technology, the 100 flavor Freestyle soda machine, a machine with every imaginable soda flavor Coke can think of. The touch screen machines are being tested in several different fast food establishments, none of which I will mention here, lest you all let your thirsty ambitions lead you down those dark and fizzy waters of temptation. Being something of a soda aficionado, I am intrigued by the wonder of mixing soda flavors but also repulsed by the possibilities of gluttonous savagery, led by over sugared children in a Pre- Diabetic free for all. The news video was a little scary, one woman who had shown up for the unveiling states that she had already tried several flavors and was coming back after work to fill up again. Rats, I've been foiled again, the upper echelons of Coca-Cola must have caught wind of my combative efforts to end the syrupy fizz war once and for all. No matter, my one woman show will go forward, warning the masses of soda induced muffin tops and sugar inspired back fat, I will prevail!
In other news, I spent 4 hours in the lobby of a car repair shop today and had to search for water, to the East there was a Taco Bell, to the North, a gas station, I chose North, so as not to even temp myself in wistful smells of beans and cheese or any other type of fast food tomfoolery. Water, I found the Oasis and was blissfully hydrated, standing in the glare of gas station soda-land, score one for me.

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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/