Something has occurred that never in my life would I have thought possible. A substance I've stayed away from because I know how bad it is. So far I've resisted. Being in London, is it openly available and easily obtained from every corner and in almost all bars and clubs. I've tried to get friends off it by displaying the effects of what happens to your body upon consumption and the long term implications it has on your health.
Now, I'm sad to say, the tables have turned. The mirror, reflective of my own temptation, is now a reality. I'm suffering come-downs, cravings and an increase in expenditure. If it wasn't for the fact that I have managed to secure two resources where I get it totally on tap I would have probably seen an even higher percentage of my, already, difficult income gone to waste.
For my sin, I've started drinking Coca-Cola. I've got to admit, I've never really liked it. I dislike the bloated feeling and I despise the rotting sensation I'm left with on the enamel of my teeth. So why, all of a sudden, have I started on 'the coke'?
It's a fairly simple answer - work work work! As you may already know from previous Blogs of mine I lost my job in December and since then I've been going through the mills of re-establishing my identity, unfortunately re-establishing one's identity isn't paid work, so in the meantime I've taken on two jobs I would never normally have comprehended. The jobs lead me to have irregular sleeping patterns and days that roll into one. My eating habits are out of the window and my energy levels are up and down more often than the Dollar. So, in true Jeanes form, I've resorted to Government style solutions... STF (Short Term Fixes)... at the expense of a huge crash. In this case the fix is a high quantity of sugar consumed through Coca-Cola, Red Bull and Chocolate (admittedly I've always been an addict of chocolate) and the crash is my energy.
As a result I've developed, or more like re-established, my self-diagnosed MCS (Macaulay Culkin Syndrome). It's a terrible affliction caused by irregular sleeping patterns and huge bursts of energy where I start to drift off whilst listening to somebody talk and then agree/disagree/respond with whatever the trail of thought is that has emerged from the subconscious, sleepy mind. In the first recorded case I blurted out Macaulay Culkin in response to a question my friend was asking late at night. Henceforth the name MCS was patented. It's embarrassing and something I make people aware of if I'm tired. It also usually means I'm not listening properly because I'm too tired. It mostly happens in bed or in a car journey. Recently, it's started to occur in the front-room and it's all because I'm having sugar-crashes at a huge drop rate.
So, my body is crashing, it's craving more and the two jobs I've taken to for cash-flow purposes both entail free-flowing soft drinks... sugar sugar sugar. It's clear that I should cut it out, and I will, but I have to go through cold-turkey on a day when I can sleep and revive. I'm taking supplements to aid my immune system because, after all, this is London. Whilst I'm clearly adapting to this new and eye-opening stint in my life, it is still this that reminds that I'm lucky to be alive, lucky to be healthy and loving living in London. The pace is fast, the race is far from won and the case of my Coke Addiction is yet to be conquered... but I wouldn't change it for anything in the world.
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