It's been a week now. I've only slipped once, when I automatically ordered a Coke in a restaurant, purely out of habit. (Damn, it tasted good.) I still feel very fatigued, but apparently that's one of the potential side effects of Ranitidine.
Apparently because I enjoy torturing myself, I thumbed through an Indian cookbook while in a bookstore last night. I came across a dish which, as Dave Barry is wont to say, would make a great name for a rock group:
To add injustice to injury, I notice there are more spicy potato chips (and other snack foods) on the market now. TANJ, TANJ, TANJ.