Oh man. When’s the last time you had a fizzy orange soda pop??
It’s been an enormously long time for me. And I had a gigantic green juice for breakfast…but something says to me today, ‘don’t you wanna? Wanna Fanta?’
And I said yes. Yes, I wanna!!! It was so fizzy and delicious. It stung my teeth and tickled my nose. I loved it so badly.
The thing is…I know sugar is bad, but it makes me feel great. It does. I love the sugar high. I’ll take a 5 hour crash for a 30 minute sugar buzz. I love it. I love that I giggle and I love that I want to zip around and I love that I have the illusion of energy and I love that I am wittier and sillier.
I can’t help it.
I realize I sound like a drug addict. I admit it. I am addicted to sugar. I don’t think I need to enroll in overeaters anonymous. I don’t think I over eat. Maybe there’s some candy crush saga help group that I can join, even though I don’t play that game. I need to crush the candy!!!
But I love the candy. Perhaps I bring back the coffee? I love the caffeine zip of an Americano as well. Maybe I just need a new zip. Maybe the green zips aren’t cutting it. Maybe they make me feel too even steven, when what I really need is some zippy highs and moderate lows???
Am I convincing myself to become unhealthy? Yes, yes I am. Will I listen to myself?? Such struggles.
Don’t you wanna?? Wanna Fanta??