Food as function

It's now almost the end of Day 2 with no soda. I am feeling like a crack head going through withdrawal. I have headaches, I'm irritable (sorry Marc), I'm twitchy and for some reason I'm touching my face a lot. You'd think I was giving up smoking or something. Tonight I ate at Mugsy's. Cheeseburger and fries. It just wasn't the same without my friend soda. On the way home it hit me. Eating is no longer the celebration it once was. The joy is gone. Eating has now sort of become a function rather than fun. I guess that is what food was intended for all along....a way to keep your body fueled to perform it's required tasks. Something about this loss of joy feels wrong though. Almost evil and torturous. Which makes me wonder....do I fall off course? For now I power on. I'm hoping one day to look back on these thoughts and see how silly I once was for thinking pop could make such a difference in my life. Well, it'll either be that or tomorrow I'll re-read this while holding a Diet Dr. Pepper. It's a toss up.