I know this might sound silly…
But I’ve decided that the time for weaning off Diet Coke is now.
Not so dear Diet Coke,
You and I have had quite the run. For years I’ve seen you every morning when I wake up and often a few hours before I turn in for the night. Throughout the day you and I even visit with each other. You are constantly present on dinner dates with my husband and girl’s night out. It’s as if you follow me everywhere. Or rather I order you everywhere I go. You have a constant residence in my fridge and if you go missing one day then we all know it’s going to be a very bad day. Only those closest to me know of our bond and I’ve come to be embarrassed when others find out about our trysts. You’ve become my dirty little secret and I’ve decided that it’s time that I quit you.
With any 12 step program it’s best to acknowledge where we’ve been and where we are headed. So I think it’s time that you and I reflect on our past and how we got to this point in our relationship…
You don’t really need me to tell you. You know that you were quite subtle about catching me. Sure I got to know you a little in college as you accompanied me during some all night study sessions. Late night drives home. Just the typical every now and again type of casual relationship. Then things changed. Our relationship really began to flourish in 2002 when I started working in the Children’s ER. You know you got around. Everyone working the 12 hour shift knew you well. You chased our breakfast and was similar to a constant IV flow into each of us for the entire day. It’s how we got through. Without you we would get the shakes. We would meltdown. We wouldn’t be able to handle all that sadness that was taking place around us. Life in the ER was hard. Whatever helped to make us through. It didn’t happen to all of us, but I know now that I was weak. I gave in to your every whim. And then… Before I knew it… I was hooked.
For over a decade you have haunted me. You’ve been my constant companion. This may seem comical to some, but I even indulged on you in foreign countries. England, France, Belize (you were cheaper there)… The cost and exchange rate didn’t faze me. You and I shared many a moment in front of the Eiffel Tower with those chocolate eclairs. It was the breakfast of champions my husband joked. All the while I knew he was concerned. I just couldn’t bring myself to give you up. So our relationship just continued.
I’ve read the articles. I’ve heard that you are bad for me. I’ve just struggled with how to let go. I’ve given in to you over and over and over again. Countless times. So many times of saying, “I’m weaning off Diet Coke.” Then it never came fully to fruition. I began to figure that we would just be together forever. Then something changed. My perspective on life changed. That whole basal cell carcinoma thing happened. I saw how quickly my health could change. Bottom line? Our relationship no longer seems important to continue. All the secrets. All the lies. It has just become more trouble than it’s worth. Too much maintenance. Your sly ways have been found out. I realize that you have been using me. You are selfish. You are controlling. You are addictive and the time has come that I need to break up with you. I owe it to my husband. I owe it to my children. I owe it to my family and friends. I owe it to myself. Diet Coke, I’ve decided to quit you.
Weaning off Diet Coke isn’t going to be easy. But I will succeed.