I don’t make New Year’s resolutions; I prefer to look back at last year’s accomplishments. Maybe that’s because doing something motivates me more than planning to do something. One of the hardest things I did was kick the soda habit (this Coca-Colaholic hasn’t had a drink for months). I checked my blood sugar this morning for the first time in almost a year, and it was where it should be. My dad has diabetes, his mom had it, and her mom had it. My mom kicked cancer’s ass twice, so I can do the same with diabetes (or rather, preventing it). Fighting genetics isn’t fun, but I am doing it with the same determination I put into math classes, homeschooling, and my current gigs (I freelance for a living). Since giving up soda, I have found that I crave sweets less. Just a few bites of something sweet after dinner (I even gave up the sweet thing I used to have with my morning coffee), and that’s all I really want. So, how did this Coca-Colaholic give up soda? When I was carrying my second child, I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes. Suddenly, because my habit no longer affected just me but someone else, I found the motivation to give up my Mexican Coca-Cola. Even after having my daughter, I had become accustomed to drinking sparkling water. When I tried drinking soda again, it still tasted great, but the cravings were gone. My next goal: getting used to unsweetened coffee (but Milo’s iced tea with Stevia stays).