Lemme tell you about my (ex-) Coke habit.
Once upon a time in a city not far away, I loved me some Coca-Cola. In fact, I loved me so much Coca-Cola that I could finish off two cases of 24 in a week. I was building The Great Wall of Coke – quite literally wallpapering my bedroom with Coke cans one by one. (How redneck is that, especially given I have no redneck blood in me whatsoever?) But it was okay, you see, because I was young, indestructable, and had a metabolism that could process seven tons of carbs in two hours flat. Never gained an ounce, felt like a million bucks. And apparently I had absolutely no sense of shame, either.
But then this crusty old bastard named Father Time caught me tromping across his lawn and said, “We’ll have no more of that!” He decimated my metabolism, and within several years the carbs in the Coke, not to mention all the other crap I stuffed my face with, had given me a gut. I presently stand 45 pounds heavier than I used to be – heavier than I should be according to my BMI – and as of earlier this year I have almost completely given up sugary pops (among other things in the Battle of the Bulge). Once in a while I’ll have one, or if I want something but don’t want to pay for it (in calories) I’ll get some kind of diet thing that uses Splenda that has no (significant) calories. I don’t really like drinks with Splenda though because they always taste a bit … off. Mostly though I drink bottled water. (I have water cooler at home too, which makes me more likely to drink it instead of pop – it’s all about removing temptation or offering it a nicer alternative)
Funny thing is, now Coke (and Pepsi) taste kind of odd to me if I haven’t been drinking it in a couple of weeks. Odd in the way that you notice the things you were previously inured to from constantly exposure to it. That sort of helps stave off the desire as well.
I still have my morning, cream-laden coffee mind you, but the rest of the time I need a hot drink it’s tea with skim milk.