My Corona-esque moment in Tortola |
My addiction to Coke is an inherited trait, passed down from the women in my family for at least two generations now. You can always tell when you are around a group of us as you will find half empty cans just about everywhere you look. I forgot to mention that I'm a nurser, not a gulper. It may take me two hours to get through a 12 ounce can.
So I realized I had a problem recently when an entire 12 pack of Coke disappeared in only 2 days. I reached in the neat little fridge box only to find it was empty. At first I wondered who had been sneaking into my stash, since no-one else in the house likes Coke. My husband is strictly a diet man you see (his only effeminate quality, I assure you). Could a burgler have broken into my house, decided he was thirsty and given into that thirst with one of my precious little red babies, and then - being so overcome with gratitude for finding such great treasure in the fridge - changed his mind and left leaving everything else in the house intact? I wish. I was at rock bottom. I had put down 12 cans in only 2 days. How can I complain about my weight when I had consumed a disgusting 1680 calories in only 2 days in beverages alone? Since there isn't a Coca-Cola anonymous anywhere in the world (except for Facebook but that doesn't count) I decided to go it alone.
So here's my pledge: Only 4 cans of Coke per week, maximum
I think a little piece of me just died.
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