21 January 2013

Returning my wings

So today I read a really great article by a Dr Stephanie Burns (here) on establishing good habits and I resolved in that spontaneous I'll-regret-it-for-sure-way that tomorrow I start a 21 day program to establish a habit of NOT consuming Red Bull and Coke as a daily pick me up for when I hit the "I-have-two-small-people-and-I-am-not-getting-anywhere-near-enough-sleep-ever-at-the-moment" slump at about nine o'clock in the morning and then again in the afternoon.

The fact is - I drink a bucket load of water every day.  I don't drink tea or coffee or hot chocolates.  I don't even like the taste of red bull - I just appreciate the sharpening of my brain and the kick to get me 'zoned' again.  And it's absolute bullshit that apples give you the same zing.  I tried.

I know its bad for me.  I KNOW.  But it works. It gives me wings. And you can't beat the real thing.  And Mark Weber races for them.  They jumped out of a spaceship and parachuted to earth.  It got me through to five o'clock still able to string a sentence together. That pink crap is goooooooooooooooooood.

But I told my work team, and now I'm putting it out there in a public forum, that for the next 21 days I am eschewing the gentle addiction and hoping that the fear of public failure will provide me with the same afternoon rush to push me into the brave new world.  It means that I'll drink even more water and will probably end up with the reputation of "that lady from the marketing team that has some kind of obsessive compulsive relationship with the toilet" but surely a small price to pay for the imposing of self discipline and new good habit.

Which surely frees me up for a new bad one?  Whatever will I choose.


  1. Hope your lack of wings goes well. At the risk of sounding like a complete fruit-bat, I found when giving up the fizzy sugar hit that having a replacement ritual was helpful. I brought a lovely tea cup and would traipse up to the work kitchen and fill it with ice and water and a slice of lemon. I think the routine helped give me a momentary break and just enough pizzazz to make it through the next couple of hours. This was not related to kids however, just an over demanding work role that nearly killed me (well it could have been the addiction to fizzy stuff that did that too...). And the nice tea cup just made me feel special.
    And you'll always have wings in my view, but not from any drink, but from your love of life and huge personality that helps you soar :)

  2. It sounds like a lovely ritual. And your last sentence made me weepy. Thank you x

  3. Hey Al. How did you go? Very hard that one?