Today is the day.
I said farewell to my Diet Coke habit.
You can’t believe it? Neither can I.
But two weeks ago, I cut my habit from two cans/day to one. I thought that was big. And then the other day, while I was reading a Slate article on artificial sweeteners, there was some line mocking the flavor of aspartame (because really, it doesn’t taste sweet, it just tastes like poison) and then I had an ah ha! moment where I asked myself why the hell I was still drinking Diet Coke (mind you I was actually drinking a can at the time so I had a moment to process how truly awful it tasted).
So today, I went to work with zero cans of Diet Coke and a splash of hope. I was ready to self medicate with Ibuprofen at 11 am lest a caffeine headache struck and I was caught unprepared.
Mais, non. It was totally fine.
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