So it’s Wednesday, the middle of the week. Starting with my birthday, I decided to turn my life around and live my life boldly with no apologies. Part of this process is taking care of my health. I mean, we could all take better care of ourselves, right?
For me, this meant getting back onto my supplement routine and to give up caffeine. Just so you know, I have nothing against caffeine, but I don’t drink coffee. It takes too much sugar and cream to make it taste good to me for it to be worth drinking. Which brings me back to giving up caffeine. I’m giving up soda simply because there is too much sugar in it to be healthy for the lifestyle I want to live. Add to that the fact that I can drink a 2 liter daily, and well, I have a soda addiction.
So I gave up soda cold turkey on Monday. It’s Wednesday and my head feels like it’s going to explode. I know that if I gut through this, today will be the worst and I will feel much better. But today? Today I am questioning everything. Why do I do this to myself? Why do I turn to junk food for comfort? What would one little cup of soda hurt? It couldn’t possibly hurt anything.
That’s not the truth though. It would be a step on a slippery slope and before I know it, I would be back into the same routine, using the soda to feel human, even though I didn’t feel great on it, I would be functional. Don’t get me wrong, soda tastes delicious, but the pound here and there quietly sneaking on and the energy crashes is not something that I am willing to accept anymore. I deserve to have good health, to have natural energy and a slim frame (Still working on the last one, lol). I just have to keep reminding myself that nothing good happens without effort and a little pain now will save me a lot of pain and heartbreak (and most likely hospital bills) down the road.
So how can I take this struggle and turn it into a triumph? Well, if I persevere, my health will improve and I will hopefully be able to clear up some of my brain fog. I know that my struggle is not unique, so I’ll be able to relate better with others that are going through this. And, as a bonus, I’ll be able to use this in my writing. When I write, I want my characters to feel so real that my readers feel like they could meet them walking down the street. So I can take this and use it in a story somewhere. For example, a character signs up to guard a foreign caravan and they don’t drink coffee, so they have to deal with the withdrawal while staying alert. Or maybe it’s a hostage situation, how do you deal with all the stress of such a situation while your head feels like its about to explode? How does it change depending on whether you are the hostage or the hostage taker?
So what struggles are you dealing with? What battles are you or your characters going through? Let me know, I’m really curious to find out 🙂