Things I Love: Coca-Cola

I am trying to give it up (or at least cut back). I know it’s bad for me. I don’t need a lecture on the evils of High Fructose Corn Syrup, or caffeine addiction, or acid + sugar = cavities. I don’t care. I straight up love Coke.

I’m sitting at my desk, watching the clock practically move backwards. I am struggling to remain upright in my chair. I’m sure any second someone will have to wake me up and I’ll have the imprint of my keyboard in my forehead for the rest of the afternoon. This can’t go on.

So I drag my butt down to the pop machine and purchase myself a can of caffeinated empty calories. Diet be damned. I take that first drink, and in minutes I’m feeling 200% better. I’m awake, my head quit hurting, time is no longer crawling. Life is good. Those 12 ounces of sugar water worked like a charm. Sure, I sound like a drug addict getting a fix, and maybe I am. But if this is my worse vice, I think I’ll be okay.