He Can Drink All He Wants
There are probably over 100 reasons we should not drink soft drinks, or so we hear, but we do. Even though we have attempted many times to quit the “hard stuff”, or the Coca-Cola, it is never something we really care enough to do.
About 7 years ago during another attempt to save our teeth and lose a few pounds, my husband Travis and I decided to quit cold turkey. We drank our 8 glasses of water each day and went through all the withdrawals, blurred vision, headache, kool-aide cravings, and the pitiful attempts to end it all by laying on the ground and x-ing out our eyes with an eyeliner pencil (”withdrawal” makes you loony, and you may do things out of order, like having x’s over your eyes before actually passing away).
Our timing is always off, and this rash decision to quit the hard stuff (we live in Utah, here it really, really is the “hard stuff”) came the same night we stocked up on all our Coca Cola products. The forbidden stash of soft drinks mocked us each time we grazed by. After about a week it got to be too much for Travis, he was only doing this for me, and had been secretly drinking big gulps at work (yes Travis I know about that). He ordered pizza, and needed a coke. So like a junkie he started pounding can after can until he was down to the final box of the forbidden beverages. Disgusted and extremely jealous, I left and went to another room.
As I sat shaking with temptation I heard a loud HOLLY CRAP!!! NO WAY!!!! NO WAY!!!! YESSSSSS!!!!!! I ran to see what could possibly be going on. Travis stood in the middle of our kitchen holding a can of coke and vigorously reading the box it came in. “What! WHAT, you freak!?” He looked at me and said WE WON A CAR!!!! WE WON A FORD EXPLORER!!! “WHAT????” “NO WAY!!!!”” The joy was such a joy that not even Ed McMahon could say he has witnessed that kind of joyfulness. But then as Travis continued to read the fine print it listed an expiration date. The sweepstakes had ended the week before. Determined to not be denied our winnings Travis called the number, but it rang busy for the next month.
If we had not quit the “hard stuff” and continued to fill our bodies with toxic corn syrup we could have been driving around the town in our brand new Ford Explorer while slurping our 48 oz Coca-Cola.
To this day Travis and I drink our Coke, sometimes in moderation, and sometimes not.
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