My (not so secret) Vice
I have a constant companion. Honestly, I didn’t like it at first. In fact, I thought it was tacky, disgusting and more than a little bit pretentious. But the more time I spent with it, and the better we got to know each other, the more I found that life was unbearable without it.
Yes, I admit it. I am addicted to diet coke.
There is something about it that I find irresistible which is odd, because sometimes I don’t particularly want it or even like the taste of it; but I’ve found myself reaching for it above all other beverages. When I am thirsty, when I am tired, when it’s time to get up from my desk to stretch my legs, my first impulse is to get a nice, refreshing fizzy chemical cocktail that is really not all that good for me.
Is it the extra fizz? I have noticed that it appears to be the fizziest soda around. Have you ever tried to pour a diet coke into a cup on a plane? Usually it takes so long for the fizz to settle that the flight attendant gives up and just hands me the whole soda and the cup of fizz ensconced ice cubes accompanied by a heavy sigh. On the other hand, that way I get a whole drink and not the 4 pathetic little ounces that everyone else gets served.
Diet coke is also really bloating. I know this because I quit drinking it for the first several months of this year. I didn’t lose any weight (nor did I gain any), but I did lose the bloating and that roundness of the belly that I thought was my genetic cross to bear. Quitting diet coke gave me a flat stomach. Yet even though I know this to be true, once I started drinking it again, it was as if I had no control over it any more. It has me right where it wants me.
So there you have it. I am an addict. Fortunately for me, I can get my hit just about anywhere and no one is much the wiser.
Yes, I admit it. I am addicted to diet coke.
There is something about it that I find irresistible which is odd, because sometimes I don’t particularly want it or even like the taste of it; but I’ve found myself reaching for it above all other beverages. When I am thirsty, when I am tired, when it’s time to get up from my desk to stretch my legs, my first impulse is to get a nice, refreshing fizzy chemical cocktail that is really not all that good for me.
Is it the extra fizz? I have noticed that it appears to be the fizziest soda around. Have you ever tried to pour a diet coke into a cup on a plane? Usually it takes so long for the fizz to settle that the flight attendant gives up and just hands me the whole soda and the cup of fizz ensconced ice cubes accompanied by a heavy sigh. On the other hand, that way I get a whole drink and not the 4 pathetic little ounces that everyone else gets served.
Diet coke is also really bloating. I know this because I quit drinking it for the first several months of this year. I didn’t lose any weight (nor did I gain any), but I did lose the bloating and that roundness of the belly that I thought was my genetic cross to bear. Quitting diet coke gave me a flat stomach. Yet even though I know this to be true, once I started drinking it again, it was as if I had no control over it any more. It has me right where it wants me.
So there you have it. I am an addict. Fortunately for me, I can get my hit just about anywhere and no one is much the wiser.