(My apologies to Chicago for ripping off their song title, but it’s appropriate.)

I have this little habit that I’ve been working on for about 5 years now.  It’s called Mountain Dew.  Oh boy, do I love a cold MD.  Some would look a my situation and say that I’m addicted to this juice of goodness.  To that, I reply “I DON’T CARE!”  Back when I was in college, I refused to drink caffeine because I wanted to know that it would keep me awake in case I ever needed to pull an all-nighter.  Turns out I was way to lazy to ever attempt such a thing.  But when I started work with my own office and installed a little fridge, I’ve been drinking about 3,000 gallons of Dew a week. [Please Note: This amount is just an estimate.  Actual consumption varies depending on how long the week seams.]

There’s this small, insignificant voice in my head that tells me that I don’t need the insane amounts of sugar, preservatives, caffeine, or radioactive green that is supplied in my daily allotment of two cans.  And there are those goody-goody types that seem to be able to do accomplish a reduction in their intake of similar chemicals.  So, I decided a couple of weeks ago that it was time to kick the habit.  [Reality Check: MD was not on sale at Kroger and I wasn't about to pay $5 for a 12-pack when cokes are only $2.50 per pack.  That probably had a lot more to do with my decision.]

Here was my theory.  First, I’d gradually reduce the amount of caffeine that I take in.  I’d go from 2 Dews [54 mg of caffeine each can] to 2 cokes [34 mg].  Then I’d drop down to 2 Barq’s root beers [22 mg].  Eventually, I’d drop those all together and have nice refresshing water all day long.  The theory was sound…the timing was not.

My body had settled into the 2 coke routine and I was working on 1 coke and 1 Barq’s when the girls got sick.  The nights with just a little sleep left me needing a little pick-me-up for work in the morning.  I’ve read somewhere that an apple does a better job of waking you up in the morning than a soft drink does.  That’s a load of rubbish.  The apple made me mad.  It was the Mountain Dew that helped me through the day.

And so, a week after falling off the wagon (and happily doing so, I might add), I’m left with a decision.  Should I try, try again or should I just enjoy the green goodness as it was intended for me?