My Diet Coke addiction, while not legend, is well-known among the people who know me. While most people show up to meetings with coffee (usually the Starbuck’s variety) or water, I show up with Diet Coke. Hell, I Jazzercise with Diet Coke, sleep with Diet Coke, teach with Diet Coke and wake with Diet Coke. If I think I’m going to go someplace where there is no Diet Coke, I take my own Diet Coke. Hence, addicted to Diet Coke.
Since developing pneumonia, my Diet Coke consumption has plummeted (watch out Wall Street!). At first it didn’t taste right. I figured I just had a bad batch of it. Then I just needed water — lots of it. No surprise there, drink lots of fluids, preferably water. However, yesterday when I did order Diet Coke with lunch, I didn’t quaff it down and get my next refill by the time the wait person had returned. In fact, the one bottle I bought was OK. More surprising to me, I didn’t immediately buy more Diet Coke to replenish what has left, even though we were in a store and could have.
I haven’t had a bottle of Diet Coke upon rising for about four days. That, for me, is some kind of record. Maybe I can keep it up. Not sure what I’ll replace the DC with, but not buying it or needing to buy it seems like a good thing. Maybe, just maybe, one of the plus sides to this horrific illness is that I walk away WITHOUT my addiction to Diet Coke firmly in place.
Who knows, it could happen.