Diet Coke, that is!

Not pictured- close friend Jack Daniels

It was only a matter of time before I addressed my little “problem.” When I go out during the day, I get coffee or tea from the company machine. But then, back in my cubicle, my dark side comes out.


Diet Mountain Dew. Peach Fresca. Diet Dr. Pepper…


And the beloved Diet Coke.


I’ve noticed that “Diet Coke People” are different, more rabid, than other soda or diet soda drinkers. Standing by their beverage ’til an artificially sweetened death do they part, they will refuse any other beverage as crap.


I’m not one of these people. I used to drink “regular” soda. Then I realized that the syrupy texture made me gag, it made me lose my appetite for hours and I was missing real meals, and the scary high sugar content sealed the deal.


Don’t think I’m not aware of the alleged dangers of artificial sweeteners. I drink this crap with my eyes wide open. Widely, caffeinatedly, open. I figure of all of the vices out there, artificial sweeteners might give me cancer. But so might the microwave. Or my cell phone. Or hair dye. Or the insulation coming out of our roof since the squirrels set up residence there.


I like this junk, so I’m willing to take my chances. What are my favorites?

Grapefruit and Grape Zevia!

Diet Cherry 7Up! Diet Cranberry Sierra Mist! Peach Fresca!

Other non-pictured favorites?