The ABC’s of Me

D

Diet Coke

 

If you know me at all in real life, this one was easy.  It's the way I have started each day since this delicious goodness came into being.  It's what's gotten me over the afternoon slump each day so that I could impart wisdom (cheerfully) to my sweet first graders.  It's the only thing to drink with pizza and it's a crime to eat a Chick Fil A biscuit without one.  Sometimes, I just need it.  I will go on to embarrass myself by admitting to digging in old purses and searching in all of our three cars for change so I could afford one.  Ahhhh....and yes, it was worth it.

 

Cue scene interrupting record scratch....

Because in the last two weeks, I have had exactly 2.  And one was caffeine free, so it didn't count.  You see, my family decided that I should give it up.  "You'll get cancer," "It's so bad for you!"  "You don't really need it!" "It's the diet coke!" (that last one in response to one of the many times I have totally and completely forgotten why I had walked into the kitchen or what I was going to say or where my phone was when I had just called my mother on it)

 

I know it's not good for me.  I know it is unhealthy.  I know I don't need it.  Finally I got tired of their bugging me, and just did it.  Gave it up.  Cold turkey.

 

And this is the part where I'm supposed to admit that I feel soooo much better.  That I don't miss it a bit and that I love water now.  That my memory and overall cognitive functioning have improved.  That I'm not the least bit bitter that some people can drink a gallon of tea a day and it's OK.  Or that others can eat NO vegetables and that's not taboo either. 

 

 Well, that isn't happening yet.  I still don't love water.  I still forget things.  Regularly.  And long about 2:00?  I crave a cold diet coke.

 

The nectar of the proverbial gods, I tell you.