Well, it’s been 3 weeks, 5 hours and 40 minutes since my last sip of Diet Coke.I AM A RECOVERING DIET COKE HEAD.
I am still recovering because I can still taste the tingling of the aspartame-filled beverage on my tongue, and one sip would throw me right off the wagon. This is a B.I.G. step for me.For those who know me, you know how big of a deal it is for me to stop drinking my Diet Coke. For those who don’t know me, let me put this feat into perspective.
Diet Coke has been my beverage of choice for over 20 years. I have consumed large amounts of it: on 5 continents, in 11 countries and numerous cities. I was no light-weight. I LOVED the stuff.
When I was little, I’d be in the back of the house and would hear my mom crack open a can and would come running up to her to get a sip. My grandmother had an entire refrigerator in her garage dedicated to Diet Coke.
This drink was in my blood. It was apart of me. When people thought of me, inevitably they would say, she LOVES Diet Coke.
So, what made me quit and how did I do it? I’ll give you a hint…Diet Coke is not exactly green.
Tune in next post to hear my story.
And PS…just choosing a photo to use in this post made my mouth start to water….
pathetic sad, I know