Saved by...what?

The wicked bottle beckoned me over. I stared at it helplessly, my gaze riveted to it. I couldn't help but stare stupidly.

It released a sweat and my eyes followed it all the way down to the table where it sat and gloated at me triumphantly. I swallowed very hard as I could imagine how cold it was, could feel it on my tongue, going down my throat...in my stomach. Heck, I could even feel the belch rising lazily in my belly and coming out in a very satisfied rumble from the deep recess of my throat.

I tried to look away, alas, I was spell bound. Held captive by an icy cold bottle of coke.

I remembered my promise to my mum that I would count my calories and sincerely watch my weight...but it sounded so distant...so like 3 years ago. This was present. Here and now.

I suddenly started having "withdrawal symptoms". It felt like I had suddenly developed Malaria. I told myself I was ill and needed something very cold to reduce the temperature. What better to do that with, if not this bottle of coke, I reasoned to myself..."just for today. After today, I will no longer take it". Then I remembered that I was on the "count my calorie and watch my weight' road because I kept saying "I would start it tomorrow"

I left the room for the coke. I must confess, although this would have been seen as discipline and control, I did not feel too good about it. I felt like I had been challenged by a puppy. 

I do hope I can win other challenges in the future...*sigh*