I have to say, these last three months have not been easy. I had to drink water, milk and other stuff besides my beloved soft drinks.
What a serious “first world” problem. Right?
And until I started writing this post, I was really proud of myself for giving up the soft drinks for three whole months. I mean really… it was huge for me!
I wanted Mountain Dew when we celebrated my daughters’ birthdays, cold coke on my anniversary and a tall, glass- bottle of Pepsi with my summer meals. But I held out. I didn’t give in. I was STRONG!
And yesterday, my 3 month challenge/break from soft drinks was over. I had the freedom to drink a 16 oz Pepsi with my lunch.
It was NOT as cold as I’d hoped. And it was in a plastic bottle. But it was still tasty. I finished the 16 oz.
Later, I drank some Coca-Cola. It was really cold… but far more syrupy than I had anticipated. And I didn’t finish it.
For supper last night, I bought a Sparkling Ice (the Pink Grapefruit variety). It has been one of my choices for the last three months. Cool, refreshing, bubbly… and not a cola.
And even after drinking the Pepsi and some of the coke yesterday, I can honestly say that I did not have a desire to go buy a 12 pack of either. (I don’t even have a desire to drink a cola of any variety today.)
Really… I was soooo proud of me!
But something shifted when I started writing this post.
I have had folks ask me WHY I wanted to give it up for 3 months. I said it was for ME. No one else. I had to see if I could do it. Me. Me. Me.
In the overall scheme of the universe, this challenge was miniscule. I applauded myself for giving up three months of a sugary drink that I didn’t need in the first place. I was so proud of myself for proving I could do it. Sounds pretty shallow when it’s put on paper. I am not putting myself down for accomplishing something I set out to do… but the more I type, the more shallow it sounds.
There are people dying in other countries because of their faith. People being sold into slavery — many here in NC. Entire populations of people dying of hunger and lack of WATER. So this… this three-month challenge to myself was just that… a challenge and a choice. And every time I drank water (sparking or tap), I was reminded that I actually have a CHOICE in what I drink. A choice in what I do. A choice in when and if I have a drink of cola, milk, water, or whatever… I have a CHOICE. Let me say it again…
I HAVE A CHOICE.
And because of the last three months, I am highly aware that others do not have that same blessing. They are unable to choose where to lay their heads. Unable to feed their children. Unable to choose clean water – because it is NOT available.
My sister, some folks from my church and ( (and others from our community) are working together on the “Can you Dig It” 5K. It will be a 5K walk/run to raise money for digging wells in places that do not have access to clean water. We will need participants. We will need volunteers. We will need sponsors.
We all have choices to make, so if you are interested in choosing to work with us on this project in any capacity (participant, volunteer or sponsor), please let me know in the comments below or in an email. I’ll be posting more and more info as it becomes available.
Thanks for making the choice to read this post and hang with it to the end. I appreciate you all!