Hypnotize This, B.I.G.

By Mande Wilkes • on October 6, 2008

Let’s get one thing straight: A “crunchy con” I am not. I don’t feng shui, or fool with tarot cards, or follow my horoscope, or recycle. God forbid, the last one especially.

So it was not at all ordinary for me to have woken up several weeks ago with the yen to indulge in hypnotherapy.

Possessing not one bit of go-with-the-flow goodness, I spent that morning interviewing hypno-therapists with the determined fervor that should be reserved for, I don’t know, General Petraeus and his ilk at a “special ops recon” rendezvous.

I liked not one of them and scoffed at their new-age pablum, sparing their poor souls nary a scintilla of mercy.

After two hours on the phone, my cell battery’s death coincided with the end of my brief foray into hypnotherapy … or so I thought.

But alas, the stars must have aligned, even in spite of my total apathy about the significance of their alignment.

Already starting to fill Mary Moon’s Birkenstocks, I “clicked” with the eleventh hypnotherapist I called.

I mean it, people. We vibed.

That was exactly 38 days ago, and it’s been 38 days since I’ve had a Pepsi.

Now, I can’t be sure if that seems monumental to you folks, but let me assure you of the gravity of that fact.

I was a Pepsi junkie, people. I could quite literally feel the dopamine surge at even the hiss of a can opening.

Crazy, particularly from someone who’s never even done weed, right? (For the record, I’ve been repeatedly corrected on the point that you “smoke” - not “do” - marijuana, but I stand by my verb).

Anyway, in my quest to eliminate High Fructose Corn Syrup from my life, I knew I had to get rid of the only remaining culprit in my kitchen. And I knew I couldn’t do it alone … I needed my subconscious to back me up.

So it was, and so it is. Thirty-eight days. That’s, like, nearly 1000 hours of Pepsi-free living, people.

The best part? I don’t even miss it.

The next-best part? Sic’s going next week, possibly for a slightly more felonious habit.

Comments

By Toyota Kawaski on October 7th, 2008 at 8:19 am

Man-D do you think she could get you to stop writing this crap.

By FWFIV on October 7th, 2008 at 2:57 pm

Mande-
Why do you proudly proclaim your ignorance regarding recycling? It is not some kind of tree hugger, hippie thing. Land is expensive, trash takes up land, garbage collection costs stay lower if we use less land for trash. Also you’ll only go through about half the number of trash bags in your household should you start recycling paper and plastic products.

By Audrae Erickson on October 7th, 2008 at 3:21 pm

High fructose corn syrup may have a complicated-sounding name, but it’s actually a simple sweetener, made from corn, that is nutritionally the same as sugar.

High fructose corn syrup is not sweeter than sugar; and high fructose corn syrup, sugar and honey all contain the same number of calories (four calories per gram).

Like table sugar and honey, high fructose corn syrup contains no artificial or synthetic ingredients or color additives.

The American Medical Association in June 2008 helped put to rest misunderstandings about this sweetener and obesity, stating that “high fructose corn syrup does not appear to contribute to obesity more than other caloric sweeteners.”

Consumers can see the latest research and learn more about high fructose corn syrup at http://www.HFCSfacts.com and http://www.SweetSurprise.com.

Audrae Erickson
President
Corn Refiners Association

By Mande Wilkes on October 7th, 2008 at 5:36 pm

FWFIV -

Wait, I’m confused. Are you trying to appeal to my frugal side by showing how recycling can save me money?

Eff that.

My government tells me it’s patriotic to spend…and I’m no traitor to my country!

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