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.