February’s no soda challenge is done. I wasn’t always the victor, but I won more than I lost.
And February's a wrap on #nosodas I'd like to thank the Academy for finally giving Leo an Oscar so we can stop waiting to see if he wins every year and the people who put up with decaffeinated me (on the days I didn't fall off and get run over by the wagon). On to March and #drawsomething every day. #superawesomeyearofme
It’s funny. Halfway through the month, I thought things were going to easy and that I’d picked a bad goal.
And then I got a bad night’s sleep, and the wheels fell off.
After that, the challenge was much more of a challenge. Turns out abstaining from your source of caffeine goes a lot easier when you’re getting a full night’s rest. Not so easy when you’re tossing and turning for the better part of two weeks.
By my unofficial count, at minimum, I didn’t drink 3,200 calories worth of sodas that I would have (based on the deliciousness that is the 12-ounce Coca-Cola Classic). And that’s a very conservative estimate.
Looking back, this is an odd month to review. January was easier. Misses were easy to analyze. I could pick apart my day and see what kept me from being successful and what improved my chances for success, not to mention listening to a lot of great podcasts. February was rough, though. I was on cruise control for a solid two weeks. And then I got hit by the fatigue truck.
After that, the month was a lot more interesting. The first day that I caved, I was dragging at 9 a.m. and still had a full day to go. And then it was a crapshoot. I was trying to minimize the damage by ensuring my caffeine intake stayed early in the day so I wouldn’t be kept up at night, but last week just got worse. I started just expecting to get a soda.
Luckily, the weekends saved me. I could sleep in. I didn’t have to mentally function if I was tired. And there were no accessible Cokes during my week moments. At work, the Coke machine’s downstairs and spews out pure deliciousness.
That sounded weird.
But we’re getting off topic. Or was there ever really a topic? Whatever.
I was 23 for 29. I was 23 for 31 last month. This 23 thing seems to be a trend. Hell, my number in football was 23. Jim Carrey’s movie about the crazy guy was about 23.
But yeah, 23 for 29. That’s not so bad. Definitely better than I would have done if I didn’t engage in this challenge.
And it terms of sustainability, I realized I may have been going about things backwards in the past. I used to quit sodas and then slowly let myself drink them on the weekends before it bled into my weeks. But this month taught me that might have been the opposite of sustainable for me. I figured out I could survive the weekend without sodas, but it was the weekdays that were the bane of my existence. I have to stay mentally engaged, and I have to set my alarm clock. These things weren’t great for my success as it turns out.
As March rolls around and the inevitable Coke binge happens, I’m going to try to watch things as best I can. For instance, in a midday cave, I drink a 20-ouncer because they’re available. But if I keep 12-ouncers in the office, that seems like a recipe for failure. Maybe I just need to figure out when I leave home what’s going to be the deal and pick up a can if it looks like it’s not my day. Or develop willpower and keep 12-ouncers around and not drink every day. Or just develop enough willpower to not drink the damned things at all. It’s not like they’re good for me.
But they’re so tasty.
I’m thinking long-term abstinence isn’t in my future, but at least every time I quit them for a while, I’m keeping myself from that many sodas. And that’s still something.
And now on to next month and drawing something every day. This is going to be another weird month. Maybe if I become famous March can have its own gallery at MOMA.
#ihaterunning and #ilovecokes