I don't drink coffee. I don't do drugs. Or smoke cigs.

But I will sell my firstborn for a glass of this black heaven.

Mornings, I clock watch until the time I deem it not completely inappropriate to start slamming back the coke. The way an alcoholic longs for 5pm, I look to 9am as the good and right time to begin my black sugar IV.

It's a problem. I know it. Just look at how lovingly I photographed the above, the painstaking way I edited the photo, turning a picture of empty soft drink vessels into a love letter. I know it's a problem.

So I'm staging an intervention. On myself.

In the first step towards killing the coke-fiend within, today The Little Mumma joined a gym.

And then actually worked out at that gym.

I'm not promising an immediate coke ban (although I really should) but rather, I am allowing my body, on it's journey to better health, to decide when it no longer needs that shit. I trust it will do just that.

Work out tip – Music is EVERYTHING. Today I went hard on the cardio machines. And if you want an absolutely shredding session, look no further than this song. I was running and smiling. Ha!

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