Finding your kryptonite

Holidays are here and we are stressing big time.

The Army has found it in their infinite wisdom to move us to Korea for
a few years. Pile on selling one of our vehicles, selling our house
(in December), six days of movers packing out all of our worldly
possessions, managing a rambunxious two year old, under packing our
over-packed luggage for a 30-day vacation and then a 15 hour flight,
living in a hotel room, eating out for breakfast, lunch and dinner,
and oh by the way did I mention that we are pregnant...???

I say all this not looking for sympathy but to say that I'm painfully
aware of how hard it is to eat right. Everywhere you go it's all
bread and pasta and "what would you like to drink with that?" Soda,
super sugary lemonade, sweet tea, you name it and it will quickly put
you into a blissful food coma. And when you are stressing, you go
back to that trough early and often. Then you feel like crap so you
are more apt to do it all over again to try to recapture some of those
blissful feelings and pretty soon you find yourself in an endless loop
of shittiness.

It took me a week of swirling in that self-inflicted cesspool to
figure out that I use (fountain) Pepsi to self-medicate. LOTS of soda
if I can help it. I figure I've been averaging 100+ ounces a day for
the last few days.

That's easily 1,250 extra calories every day without counting all the
bread and pizza and ice cream I will pile on top of that. No amount
of CrossFitting will keep all that from turning someone into a fat ass
pronto.

Therefore...

Pepsi is my kryptonite...

So...

Until we are finally settled into our new pad in Korea with our own
groceries and kitchen, I am going monitor my level of Pepsi
consumption so I can stay within spitting distance of my girlish figure.

Today:
44 ounces

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