I first started drinking Coke when I was around 10 and used to travel with my step-father out of the city to visit our family out in farm country. We would stop half way and he'd get me an ice cold Coca Cola. Now I drink it in a big cup with lots of ice. I can't drink it if it's warm; it's too syrupy then.
The most I've ever had is 5 one night when I was still in school. Now the most I ever have is 2 a day and I even feel a little guilty about that. I know there's no way in the world they're good for me. It's like my dirty little secret and I feel like a criminal sneaking a 12 pack into the house.
My husband doesn't care at all. He thinks I'm addicted to Coke because of my mother. She wouldn't have any sugar or snack foods in the house when I was a kid. He thinks if I just came out with it and went on a major binge I'd get it out of my system, but I won't do it. Most days I won't even have one. Otherwise I'll have 2 at the most. I've had 2 today and am thinking about having a third but I'd feel too guilty. I won't do it.
Don't tell me this is weird because I already know it is. Can't drink Pepsi. I don't like the taste. If I have to choose between Pepsi or water I'll choose water. My husband drinks water, or late in the evening he'll have a beer. He has a cup of coffee in the morning in the car on the way to work. I drink coffee all morning and in the afternoon. I think I have a beverage fetish or something. I won't drink my first coke until around 8 or 9 o'clock at night. If I forget to replenish my supply, which doesn't usually happen, I get panicky.
See what I mean - it is like a real addiction. It sounds silly, but it is kind of a problem. I'd rather not drink them because they're so sugary, but I can't stop. There have been times in my life where I've given them up, but then I go right back to them with renewed vigor. When I talk to my husband about this he rolls his eyes and gets back to doing something meaningful.
So this is my Coke addiction story. It's weird. It's me.