For over a quarter century I have been drinking Lipton Sugar Free Instant Iced Tea, a concoction of chemical sweetness and caffeination that has kept me going through raising kids, working, divorce and remarriage, moving across country, and more.
It’s vile stuff, really. But I am addicted.
This food product does not fit into my current determination to eliminate chemicals from my life. I have stopped eating prepackaged foods, have stopped buying foods produced in artificially low-fat versions, and am committed to cooking real food from scratch. As part of my determination to eat clean, I vowed that, once these final jars of the tea were gone, I would stop drinking it. In preparation, I had limited myself to only one large glass of it a day, rather than throughout the day. I could see the end coming, so I was getting ready.
Yesterday I made what I thought was my next-to-last glass of this instant iced tea. Today, I went into the kitchen to ceremoniously make the final glass. A glass to savor, to appreciate. A glass to say goodbye.
As it turned out, there was only a little dusting of the tea in the bottom of the jar. I’m not sure how I didn’t notice it yesterday, but there was only enough for one weak ounce of tea.
I was, shall we say, dismayed. I had a plan for this. And that plan was smacked down.
Oh, also? It’s That Time Of Month. It was kind of a perfect storm of “NOOOOOOO!!!!!!”
So here I am. I’ve made a cup of hot tea to stave off caffeine withdrawal, and I have a big glass of water. I’m pleased to be getting this last daily dose of artificially manufactured food out of my life. I expect that in a matter of a few days I won’t miss it anymore.
But that is not this day.