Withdrawals.

Day 6. Or perhaps I should call it Day 2. That's right, I cracked. Cracked like an egg on Sunday morning. In my defense, it was the Tech v. Texas basketball game, and I was entirely too stressed out. This girl needed a Coke, mmmkay?! Otherwise you were gonna see a big girl down on that court giving the refs a "comin-to-Jesus" meeting.

But I'm still alive, and still without that sugary goodness. Oh geez. I've noticed that I'm quite irritable these days. So did the guy I screamed out my car window at this morning. Poor guy. I truly regret insulting his momma now. I bet she's a nice lady. But I'm praying violence isn't the stage that follows. If so, I'd like to know in an advance so that my aggression can actually be used on someone worth punching in the face.

Some good has come out of my withdrawals though. Last night I laid awake for a good while (like 10 minutes) and pondered how different my life would've been without Jesus. I don't have to go into the details to tell you that the thought was scary. I'm really happy to have Him. And that may seem like a lackluster way of showing how much I love Him, but He knows my heart. I'm also really thankful He loves me despite my lack-of-caffeine induced road rage.

Peace Biggies.

40 days...really?

I'm not Catholic. Though I kind of wish I was because those people are F-U-N. Catholic or not, I am observing Lent this year. I've tried in the past and failed miserably. I think it might be because I inevitably wipe someone's ashes off their forehead thinking that I'm being an excellent person. I don't usually tell people they have something in their teeth though because, well, that's funny.

Anyways, back to the point. I've decided that I am going to make it this year! No Cokes for 40 days! I'm on day 2! And I feel...like death. Seriously, I just shook like a recovering crack addict. I might actually turn to crack when this is all said and done. Is it normal to wake up and want to volunteer a vital organ in exchange for 20 oz. of sweet, sticky goodness? I think not, but if anyone's looking for a kidney....

Jesus went 40 days. I'm no Jesus, though. I'm not good with carpentry. Or well, I haven't walked on water lately either. So I guess this is a fast or sorts. Honestly, I heard no Cokes makes your face slimmer and I've got a portrait session coming up soon. 40 days later...goodbye Rush Limbaugh, hello Jennifer Aniston.

Have a BIG day.