S.A = Starbucks Anonymous

I've got a sponsor and everything!

I've been clean for 48 hours now, and I owe most of it to my Starbucks Sponser. It's been the longest two days of my life, but I think I can get clean. One day at a time, isn't that what they say?

I've passed about 16 individual Starbucks locations in the past two days, holding my breath, turning my face so as not to come eye to eye with those tempting barristas, asking if I'd like to try a sample of the caramel-mocha macchiato (sp?). They are the devil in a green apron, for certain. Evil, pure evil, devil-spawn, I am sure.

Faithful friend, dual addictee and now addict-turned-sponsor, L, is on the bandwagon with me. We spent part of the day holding each others hands tightly, willing the shakes to stop, and passing a Jumbo Diet Coke with two straws between one another.

We discussed how it's so much cheaper to drink a 64-ounce, 99-cent chilled Diet Coke than a 12-ounce $3.00 latte, and that we were still getting some caffeine (I bet this is how smokers feel when they drop their two-pack-a-day habit and start chewing Nicorette, trying to convince themselves they are still getting some of the poison!)

We're staying strong, but it makes me weep when L says how much she misses her "happiness in a cup."