That wagon is a tiny speck in the distance

The Diet Coke wagon, that is.

I *knew* that if I let myself have one, I wouldn't be able to stop there. 

I'm vacillating between beating myself up, and saying, "Screw it, we all have to die from something."

Fourteen weeks.  That's how long I went without it. 

I am limiting myself now to just caffeine-free DC, 2 cans per day (usually, *cough, cough*)

Please don't leave comments telling me how awful it is that I'm drinking it again.  I'm only posting this because I made such a big deal about giving it up, and I do like to be honest.