I grew up drinking soda. Which in my house we called Coke.
It didn’t matter if it was sprite or pepsi or whatever.
It was Coke.
Which also happens to be my drink of choice.
Not caffeine free.
Good, old fashioned, bad-for-me-full-of-sugar-going-to-make-me-fat- Coke!
Another Fun Fact!
After moving to Charlotte
and leaving my cupcake job, I noticed my jeans didn’t really fit like they used to.
And I suck at dieting.
please don’t hate me I’ve been thin my whole life.
Even though I ate
and drank whatever I wanted.
And then I noticed I went through
four a few 2 liters in a week.
So I stopped keeping Coke in the house
because I was clearly addicted.
I switched to that Crystal Light Sweet Tea stuff.
Because let’s be real, I can’t drink plain water.
I only let myself have Coke if I’m out
or at my parent’s house.
Okay, so on NYE, Mr. Husband and I are out to a fancy schmancy dinner at Olive Garden. And because it was NYE, I chose wine instead of Coke. But Mr. Husband is addicted to Diet Coke. And so that’s what he ordered.
He asked the waiter for a refill which the waiter brought right away.
Mr. Husband takes a sip and looks puzzled.
“Is this Coke,” he asks, handing me the glass.
I take a brief sip, “yes.” And I continue to sip.
“Don’t drink it all,” Mr. Husband exclaims grabbing the cup from my mouth. I look sheepishly at him as he takes the half drunk glass back so he can ask the waiter for a diet.
So I say, matter-of-factly, “that’s like asking a crack head, “hey, is this crack?” and then telling them not to smoke it all!”
I might have a problem.