It is said the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. Problem admitted, solution rejected.
At the risk of seeming like I’m in total denial, I admit I know my addiction is not healthy. Some people liken drinking soda to ingesting car battery acid. My justification is that I brush my teeth at least twice daily.
My dependence was at its worst when I was pregnant. After three months of withdrawal headaches, my OB suggested I go back to one a day or he’d send me to a neurologist.
To date, my “little problem” has landed me a load of swag through My Coke Rewards. So far:
- 2 or 3 magazine subscriptions
- picnic plate set/cooler
- miniature hand vacuum
- recycled Coke bottle necklace/earrings
- Mp3 player given to my sister
- Diet Coke yoga mat (admittedly a bit counter-intuitive)
- aviator sunglasses on their way in the mail
I am a walking Diet Coke advertisement. My burgeoning 40-something swimsuit waistline proves it. Hey … we all have our vices, and I’m keeping mine.
Have a (diet) Coke and a smile.
