We didn’t consume any kind of carbonated beverage on a regular basis. It wasn’t part of our lifestyle, and frankly, it wasn’t in the budget. I remember what a treat it was to occasionally go to A&W and enjoy a frosty mug of their sugary delight.
In high school, I was introduced to “diet” pop. Back in the day, the only choice was Tab. While that definitely dates me, it also lets you know that I certainly wasn’t drinking it for the flavor…
Tab was new and, therefore, it was cool to drink it. I’ve never been one to follow trends, but, unfortunately, I made this one a habit.
I switched flavors and brands over the years, but rarely did I stop drinking my beloved diet pop. It had become an integral part of my lifestyle. Rather than craving some sort of comfort food when I got stressed, I reached for a Diet Coke. Sort of counterintuitive, don’t you think?
This became a real issue for me several years ago, after I experienced a traumatic series of events in my life. I practically lived on Diet Coke. I knew I needed to cut back. I had read the warnings, and any studies I hadn’t seen were forwarded my way by concerned friends and family.
I did cut back. I even quit cold turkey once, only to slide back into my old, comfortable habit. Fast forward to December 2013. I went from thinking my pain was from once again throwing out my back, to being admitted to the cancer ward after an MRI showed something else. And, what was my first thought when I found out I’d be there over night? That Rick would have to bring me a Diet Coke first thing in the morning. How sad is that?
Needless to say, I left the hospital days later not really craving anything. Especially not a Diet Coke. I still drank one occasionally over the next few months, but am proud to say that I no longer want, or even like, Diet Coke. Praise the Lord!
Now, I’m not saying that the reason I got cancer was my obsession with a particular beverage, but it certainly wasn’t a healthy choice on my part. I’ll let you come to your own conclusion.