Just over a year ago, I did something incredibly drastic — and, no, I’m not talking about cleaning the garage, organizing the photos on my laptop or making my bed.
I quit Diet Coke. Cold turkey even.
If you knew how much DC I drank, you’d realize how drastic of a move that was. I’d refill Super Big Gulp-sized cups at the gas station two or three times a day. My fridge was often stocked with 12-ounce cans of that delicious nectar. I’d guzzle from the free soda fountain at work. I’d also go to McDonald’s on occasion just to imbibe on that fast-food joint’s incredibly tasty concoction.
Put it this way, ships would sink if they took in as much liquid as my body did Diet Coke back in the day. (On an average, I probably drank 150-200 ounces a day.)
