Anyone who knows me, knows about my shameful addiction.   There have been times I’ve tried to hide it or fight it’s tenacious hold on me, with no success.  I remain hopelessly addicted and locked in it’s sugary, sweet, caffeine-laced grasp. Perhaps it’s a character flaw, or a personality disorder, or simply a lack of will power and self-control. It doesn’t matter because I have come to the point where I must face the truth about my own demons.

I am hopelessly, irrevocably, inconsolably addicted to Dr. Pepper.

There are times I wish I could resist the Siren song of that dark addiction. Every time I try to shake the monkey that has entrenched itself upon my back I am dragged back into the reality of dependence by the dull, throbbing headache of withdrawal.  *sigh*  Why?  Oh, why must your authentic blend of 23 flavors taste so sinfully superb? Why do you call my name as soon as my feet hit the floor in the morning?  Some people crave coffee in the a.m., but oh no – not I.  I have to have my morning DP before my eyes will even begin to focus. As if drinking it out of a cute little coffee mug makes any difference?  I know I should fight back harder, wielding any and all weapons I have available – fresh OJ, bottles of water, huge amounts of aspirin… but, let’s face it.  I’m weak.  I’m a sad, weak little girl who will always have  a love/hate relationship with the Doc.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a Doctor’s appt. I can’t won’t miss. ;)