It was a long Lenten season.
As many of you know, I gave up pop.
That sweet, caffeinated drink was no longer in my life.
And I made it.
But wow, was it tough.
The beginning was the worst. Constantly, I was craving that wonderful drink.
I was lucky. I had someone to help with go through it.
I don’t know if I could have done it without him. Whenever I was having a craving, I would call him and he would talk me off the ledge.
Eventually, it got to a point where I wasn’t craving it as much — at least during the week. I could keep myself occupied while at work so I wouldn’t think about it. And, I rarely drank one at night.
It was during the weekends where I really struggled. I would normally have one or two on Saturdays and one on Sundays.
But I don’t think that was even the worst of it. For me, the toughest part was when I wanted to enjoy an adult beverage.
Sure, I like beer as much as the next guy. But there is nothing like Captain Morgan and Coke.
So for 40-plus days and nights, there was no Captain. There was no Coke.
Once Easter Sunday rolled around, I was ready. I was champing at the bit to have a Mountain Dew.
It didn’t take long after I woke up to have one.
I was at my girlfriend’s family’s place in Iowa. Her cousin was going to make a run to the store, and brought back a 2-liter of Mountain Dew.
Between him and I, we almost polished that bottle.
And it never tasted so good.