After blogging about the Top 10 Lies (check out the original post below), I told myself another one (which perhaps should be number 0):
#0: "I won't fall for any of the Top 10 Lies again!"
"Denial" ain't just a river in Egypt. (I heard that statement on Saturday Night Live in the late 1980s and have loved it ever since.)
Which Lie worked its way into my thinking? Number nine. The Mountain Dew one.
Now, I actually do not drink Mountain Dew for a caffeine kick, but I do imbibe modest amounts of diet Coke or Pepsi (I prefer the former) on a pathetically regular basis.
Consequently, last night at around 7:00 p.m. I innocently (or not) decided to guzzle more than my fair share of caffeinated drinks because I was feeling a little low on energy. Dumb, dumber, dumbest. I wound up tired and agitated. I couldn't sleep. I had a caffeine-induced headache that ibuprofen would never touch. I couldn't focus. Foolish.
Adults, when you're 17, you can get away with using caffeine. But once you hit the 30 mark, it's time to make a change.
Just. Don't. Do. It. (It's like a reverse Nike ad.)
This morning, I'm still edgy thanks to my extra 12 ounces of cola, and I'm awaiting the inevitable crash and burn. I am going to have to be extra careful not to chew anyone's head off. How could it be that a bit of bubbly cola turns me into a wolverine?
In any case, be warned on this lovely Monday morning. (I actually LIKE Mondays. That's how geeky I am.) That cup o' caffeine may taste swell, but it's bound to send you on a nasty, jittery adventure.