We wake up together. We've gone to bed together. We go to dinners, parties, sporting events. We've even been on vacation together.
It's a torrid love affair we have. And it's still going strong after 10 years.
Don't worry. Mark knows about it. In fact, he fully supports the relationship. He doesn't really have a choice, of course, as he knows full well that I'd be a mess without it.
It being Diet Coke. It being a chemical-laden, artificially sweetened, full of caffeine beverage. It being the beverage the authors of "Skinny Bitch" might have likened it to drinking formaldehyde.
It being the beverage that makes me feel normal.
And you know what? I don't feel bad about it.
|Coca Cola Light on my honeymoon in 2008. It tasted like doody and I was about 40 pounds heavier.|
But here's the thing: I rarely drink, I don't smoke, I think gambling is boring and recreational drugs are just too darn expensive ... and illegal. Diet Coke is my one and only vice.
I'm also not drinking a 450-calorie iced latte or throwing back energy drinks at my desk (though that is something to think about ...). Nor do I imbibe the 3+ 20-ounce Mountain Dews I used to drink in my college days when I began to seriously gain weight. I merely have one or two diet sodas to break up the monotony of tap water and peppermint tea.
If Diet Coke is the worst thing I do, I think I'll survive.
Where do you stand on diet sodas?