Nothing to do with the store or fabric, so be warned!
I would like to begin this very sad, sad post by stating that I do not smoke.
I don't have a problem with drugs or alcohol.
I care not for coffee.
My one SUPER HUGE ADDICTION?
Well, if you know me even a little bit, you will know that I love...
The citrus-flavored SOBE Energy to be precise.
Wherever I am there is a bottle of SOBE somewhere close at hand.
I truly, truly am refreshed by it.
I hate water.
I have tried and tried to make myself CHOOSE water over SOBE but it's just not coming naturally to me.
But this week, the expanding waist-line and the little angel on my shoulder were telling me that it was time to move on from the SOBE and drink something healthier.
I would like to pretend that I only drink a little bit of SOBE each day but that would be a huge lie, because I drink a LOT of it and those calories add UP.
I used to tell myself that all that vitamin C was good for me, but even I know that all the vitamin C in the world will not make up for all the sugar and calories that are in it, too.
AND... it's SOOOexpensive (almost $2 a bottle! Yowzah!)
I will confess to everyone that SOBE has pretty much been all I have hydrated myself with for the last um, shall we say, "few" years.
I can hear you cringing.
BUT: we have a long history together, the SOBE and I...
When I worked at the Greenhouse with Jessica my first summer out of college nothing was finer on a hot day than that beautiful yellowy-orange juice waiting for me in the flowers cooler.
When I was in Design School and if I was cranky the guys would always tease me and say "watch out, Rhea hasn't had her SOBE today, I'm Rhea and I want a SOBE...NOW!"
Oliver filled my Christmas stocking with SOBEs this year and there is nothing more romantic to me than when he comes home and pulls a SOBE bottle out of his sweatshirt.
It is our thing and I'm going to miss it.
Because yesterday I had my last SOBE.
Oliver bought it for me at the Yellowfront Store (sniff....)
I will probably still have a SOBE on major holidays or if I am sick, but the days of "Me and My SOBE" are gone for good.
I am making do with lemon water and honest tea.
But don't cry for me... this too shall pass and I will conquer my SOBE addiction.
We all have our struggles, right?
Do they make a 12-step program for things like this, because I would be all over that.
So, if you come in to the store and I seem a little bit "edgy" that is why.
Goodbye, SOBE... I am going to miss you and your 270 calories per bottle of citrus-y goodness.
All I can say is, if I make it into heaven there had BETTER BE a bottle of SOBE waiting for me.
See you again soon!