My poor children have been dealing with one cranky mommy this week. Today marks exactly one week since I took the plunge. I did it. I’m doing it. I’m sticking to it, but damn is it hard.

Last Tuesday, I decided to make a commitment to my health and stop drinking pop.

(Yeah, that’s right, I said pop. I’m going to keep saying pop. I did not grow up here. I am a Montco import. It’s true. But sticking to my northwestern Pennsylvania roots, it will always be pop to me. And yes, I also order subs. Don’t get me started.)

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Why did I stop drinking pop? Well, really my own mom started it. In an effort to be healthier she dropped the fizzy beverage, and I decided that was inspiration enough to follow suit.

She was 10 days ahead of me at the start and is still growing strong. She’s a rock star. I, however, have been a tad less glamorous in my withdrawal state.

I’m sure my friends are right. The lack of sugar has been an issue. But in my head, the biggest sadness is that caffeine is gone.

Sadly, it was a good friend, caffeine. I really, really, really miss it. Did I say I miss it? It is an understatement. I don’t now nor never have drank coffee. So that’s out.

This week alone, I’ve tested out tea. I never have liked it, and so far that hasn’t changed. Even in my desperation for healthier boosts, it just doesn’t do it for me.

I’ve tried juices, carbonated and not, to replace my Diet Pepsi and Diet Dr. Pepper cravings. They are OK, but it just isn’t the same.

A girlfriend told me it takes 21 days to break a habit. I’m praying that is correct. If so, at least I’m a third of the way there. I’m tired. I’m cranky. I miss it.

My husband is along for the ride. There is no pop in the house. We are committed, but it isn’t easy, and no one likely realizes that more than my kids.

I have to say, they’ve been very supportive. In an attempt to ditch the aspartame, which I’ve heard nothing but horror stories about, they’ve been very supportive kiddos. I’ve tried not to snap. I’ve tried to be patient, but quite frankly those are skills I often lack on a good day.

Once I took away my happy drink, it was inevitable that the family would bear the brunt. I’m proud to say they’ve all taken it in stride and are tolerating the now more tired and cranky mama quite well.

As for me, I’m really hoping the positives “I Feel Great” stages start awfully soon. Until then, I rely on my cheer squad of friends and family that have been amazingly supportive, sending me everything from kudos and encouraging messages to pictures of rotting teeth, resulting from too much pop. They all keep me going, and I greatly appreciate the support.

But, if you should see this Montco Mommy out and about, and should I not possibly have a beaming smile of my face, well … steer clear. I’m quitting caffeine (and aspartame), and so far my body isn’t real happy about it.