Yes. I admit it. As shameful and deplorable as it may be, I am an addict. The object of my detestable addiction is coke. How many times a day do I reach for it? Relying on it to get me through the day? Well, it’s more than I care to tell you. I will devour it in any form, too. Be it bottle, can, or fountain, I will partake.
Did I just confuse you? Did you re-read that line to be sure you read it correctly? You thought I meant cocaine, didn’t you? Naughty. No. My addiction is to that carbonated caramel colored concoction, Coca-Cola. (Not Pepsi.) I don’t know how many times I have tried to quit, but then you go to a restaurant, and what happens? It’s Coke, tea, or water. Tea wouldn’t be that bad, but, since I order my drinks without ice, it’s always warm. Can’t they put some in the fridge? Anyway, completely different subject there. Quitting seems so easy, just find something else to drink. There’s juice. I like juice – orange and apple. Not very good with dinner, though. Or lunch. Or alone. Basically juices are restricted to breakfast. Of course the withdrawal from them makes it a less than pleasant experience. The headaches, irritability, cravings. They hit the moment I even think about quitting. I have tried alternative no calorie drinks, too. Coke Zero, despite the commercials claiming otherwise, tastes more like carbonated swill than the original Coke. I don’t see how people can drink those diet or zero calorie drinks. They all taste so funky. Maybe one day I’ll quit for good, but until then, I will enjoy. Aaaaahhh… Refreshing!
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