Dearly Departed

Just a quick update to say, my friend and I have separated. Yes, we have gone on two different paths. The first few days without my beloved Coke were rough, but I'm now through that difficult patch and am visiting for only a few sips once a week and must say "Why did you have such a hold on me?" It's not that great. In fact, I only took a few sips and was done. I went back to water.

Another success, Ellie doesn't ask for you anymore. Sorry McDonald's man, you might not see me for a very long time. Our several times a day meetings are over, no longer can you say "Remember me, I took your order last time" and then the awkward exchange between us. You will have to find another to converse with. I'm heartbroken. No, really I am.

Watch out world, I'm looking for a new best friend, and I think I may have found her...Blueberry flax seed smoothie, you are looking mighty fine. Yes you are.

Farewell to a friend

Dear Coca Cola,

I have enjoyed you as a fizzy, refreshing, life saving beverage for several years. We have been very close the last few years. In fact, a little too close. I depend on you way too much. I call on you several times a day. I depend on you so much, I refuse to have anything else compete with you and your bubbly comfort. You have been there when I drop the kids off at school, when I'm frustrated, when I'm celebrating, when I'm alone and folding laundry. The thought of you puts a smile on my face. It's been a wonderful run, however, we've got to part ways. I am very concerned that my two year old sees McDonald's and instantly says "Coke, Mom?". I've seen her go from stealing sips to blatantly pulling you away from me and hugging you like a long lost friend. I'm afraid of the hundreds of thousands of calories I've wasted on just sugar and dark caramel syrup, of which I'm sure will create cavities and leave a souvenir of our times with darkened teeth.

I need to introduce myself to new friends. Real food. Not desserts, real food. So, dear coke, you and your sugary associates will not be as welcome in my house. You may come to call occasionally, but not as frequently as you do. You have worn out your welcome.

Whole grains, fruits and vegetables have been invited to take your place. These new guys don't have the appeal of your sleek, bubbly self with that sassy red straw, and they are a little hard to swallow, but in time, I'm sure we'll get along just fine.

But, as with all old chums, I look back fondly on the days of carefree consumption and realize that sometimes, all good things must come to an end.

It's been a long day, and I'd love to just have one more, for old times sake.

Your loyal follower,

Maureen