Hurts so good
Today, I decided that I would indulge in some of my guilty pleasures, and already I'm feeling incredibly better about my life. It's amazing how much fun self-denial can suck out of everyday things.
I used to be a fan of Dr. Pepper, and even though I wouldn't say I drank it all the time, I did decide that my glass or two a week were probably not in keeping with my diet and new health-conscious living. So I gave it up. I went without a single sip of anything even remotely resembling my beloved soda.
Today, I splurged and bought a 2-liter bottle while I was at the drug-store buying some other goods. I've decided to ration it out to make it last, so I only had a small juice-glass of it. Like the first sip of wine after crossing the desert, it was.
Then, I decided that I should make a trip up North to get my hair cut. I could have gotten a haircut at any of a half-hundred places closer to home than this place up near my parents, but there's a guilty pleasure up there that I have yet to find a replacement for: Her.
Good god. I can't even talk when she's cutting my hair. I've never found haircuts to be all that great, but when she runs her fingers through my hair... Wow.
How she can make a haircut feel good is beyond my understanding, but it has to be borderline illegal, I'm sure. But she has magical hands, and I'm willing to drive 7 miles for that.
For lunch, I eschewed my usual half-can of bland vegetables, and actually fixed myself a decent meal. Sure, I'm going to have to go to the grocery store that much sooner now, but damn it, I'm worth it.
I used to be a fan of Dr. Pepper, and even though I wouldn't say I drank it all the time, I did decide that my glass or two a week were probably not in keeping with my diet and new health-conscious living. So I gave it up. I went without a single sip of anything even remotely resembling my beloved soda.
Today, I splurged and bought a 2-liter bottle while I was at the drug-store buying some other goods. I've decided to ration it out to make it last, so I only had a small juice-glass of it. Like the first sip of wine after crossing the desert, it was.
Then, I decided that I should make a trip up North to get my hair cut. I could have gotten a haircut at any of a half-hundred places closer to home than this place up near my parents, but there's a guilty pleasure up there that I have yet to find a replacement for: Her.
Good god. I can't even talk when she's cutting my hair. I've never found haircuts to be all that great, but when she runs her fingers through my hair... Wow.
How she can make a haircut feel good is beyond my understanding, but it has to be borderline illegal, I'm sure. But she has magical hands, and I'm willing to drive 7 miles for that.
For lunch, I eschewed my usual half-can of bland vegetables, and actually fixed myself a decent meal. Sure, I'm going to have to go to the grocery store that much sooner now, but damn it, I'm worth it.
posted by The Academian | 10:44 AM
4 Comments:
Um, Diet Dr. Pepper? Zero calories, 100% deliciousness.
I don't know. I've tasted Diet Dr. Pepper before. Maybe it's just my prejudice talking, but I think I can taste the difference.
Besides, if I had Diet all the time, it wouldn't feel quite as good to have the real stuff every once in a while. There's a very delicious quality to doing something delightfully wicked and wrong now and then.
Oh, you are so wrong. There was a time in my life when I could put away 10 cans of DP in one day. Then I was like, "Oh, I'm fat." So I switched to Diet DP. I could definitely tell the difference, but within a week, I had completely switched my preference. Now when I drink regular DP, I can feel the sugar coating my insides. I, the girl who once stumbled from bed to the fridge at 6am just so I could sip some DP before showering, can't even stomach the regular stuff anymore. Trust me, I'm about as hard-core as a DP fan can get, but I successfully made the switched (and dropped 5lbs in a couple of weeks in the process).
The way I figure it, there's plenty of bad stuff in any canned soft drink. But it might as well be bad stuff without calories.
Diet Dr. Pepper: God's way of saying that you can have your cake and eat it too.
We agree then that the two sodas taste differently, then, which is good. At this point, it appears to come down to a matter of personal preference.
Sickly-sweet v. Crisp and refreshing.
Writing for the court in a nearly unanimous opinion, Chief Justice Academian declared that sickly-sweet tasted better because it was a 180 degree reversal from the Always Save brand uncaffeinated, sugar-free Diet Cola his parents foisted on him as a youth.
The Court, in a nearly unprecedented move, ruled on an issue not before the court today, saying that "No soda bottle of any variety should have a warning which reads "Warning: Consumption of this product has been known to cause cancer in laboratory animals."
In dicta, he reminisced about the days when he used to work for a local Topeka historical park as a "Soda Jerk" in their working soda fountain, and about making his own drinks. "They told me to make them with 2 shots of syrup, but I was the rebel. My own drinks got 3 shots of syrup, and it tasted divine."
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