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.