Some transitions are just plainly painful. This is one of those. I have been a Dr. Pepper girl for years. I remember that guy from An American Werewolf in London asking in those DP commericals, "Wouldn't you like to be a Pepper too?" I would and I am. Now, years later I'm not the stick thin person that I used to be. Maybe my metabolism isn't as high anymore. I have a few, extra, unwanted pounds.
I am not a diet-kind of person. You may have read my son's motto..."Eat Big or Go Home". This applies to the entire family. So, as a sort of step in the right direction, I thought it would be sensible to change to Diet Dr. Peppers.
I have never liked the taste of ANY diet beverages. That after-taste is a killer. My mother told me that it just takes a little getting used to. She said to just keep drinking them & the taste would grow on you. Pretty soon, you would prefer it to the regular. You would get to the point where the taste of a regular one would gag you.
Okay, I'm still gagging on the diet stuff. I took the plunge & drink only diet drinks. Yuck, yuck, & yet again, yuck. When this first started, I was tearful every time I ordered a diet Dr. Pepper. I wanted to cry...I mean really break down & sob.
I know there are great life lessons here. I am not mourning just the loss of my beloved Dr. Peppers, but also a bit of my youth. I am no longer that eat-anything-you-want-and-never-gain-a-pound girl. I'm a...mature woman. (I almost cracked up when I typed that.)
I desire to enjoy every season of this life. I'm definitely moving into another, but watch that first step...it's a doozy. I will plug along & maybe someday I will enjoy my Diet Dr. Peppers. Until then, I have my fond memories...
