Tonight at midnight, I will have successfully completed something I didn't think would be possible. I have gone one entire year without a single carbonated beverage, though I specifically targeted soda. My intention wasn't to go an entire year. I can't remember for sure, but I think I wanted to stop for a month. A month turned into two. Next goal was 100 days. One hundred days was close enough to four months. Which was close enough to six. And then I was afraid to have a soda. I had such a good streak going that I didn't want to do anything to jeopardize it. Six months led to seven and so on and so forth. I thought I would falter earlier this month when I was in Orlando, but I held strong and made it through without a sip. Along the way I've had many, many soda related dreams. The most recent was a couple nights ago in which I drank a can of Diet Coke even though I knew in my dream that I was only days from completing my task. Now the pressure is off and I can have a soda if I want. I've had a Diet Dr. Pepper sitting in my desk drawer at work since last September. I'm sure it's going to taste nasty if I try it. Tomorrow may be the day I can throw it away. I'm really proud of my accomplishment.