It's finally time for me to admit that I fell off the Dr. Pepper wagon. I think it happened back in October. I had a big, fat, monster headache that no medicine would touch. It was hideous. Tylenol...nothing. Excedrin...zip. Ibuprofen...zilch. All were a joke. I finally caved and bought a fountain drink. It was absolute heaven. It eased my headache within an hour and I felt fantastic. (I didn't care if the effect was pshcyosomatic . I just cared that the headache went away.)
I swore that I would be done with it after that. I had been doing so well, I didn't want to have an all out relapse. Well....ummmm....I got another headache a week later. I feared having the pain get as bad as the previous one. I rationalized that one every once in a while wouldn't be so bad. Especially if for medicinal purposes. So, I guzzled one down. It was just as delicious as the first. That led to another a week later and another the week after that. None of them were to treat a headache. I had them because I wanted them. Now, here I am in January and I'm back to being a Dr. Pepper slut. I don't drink it every day. Just once a week or so and I have to say that I'm finally okay with that. I've come to the conclusion that total deprivation isn't the way for me. If I deprive myself, I over indulge and that's worse than simply having one every once in a while. I'm not trying to justify anything to anyone. Including myself. I just thought it was time to state that I ♥ Dr. Pepper and there's nothing wrong with that.