Say it Isn't So!

 

I write this with shaky hands...cuz I am scared to say this out loud.

Especially to you my faithful followers.... I need you, like a kid needs their nuk,

like a dog needs affection, like everyone needs a hug, and everyone 

wants to know they are normal.

I need your support, your listening ears, and your typing fingers to tell me,

it's okay, and you are here to support me and my severe addiction.

Inhale, exhale.

Whew....

Ahem.

I NEED my Diet Coke.

And...I...am..thinking...it...is...time..to....say...goodbye....

to a long time friend.

Diet Coca-Cola.

This is how I like you the most, on ice, in a cup, with a straw.

I used to like it best out of a sweaty, 16 oz. plastic bottle.

I keep you in my home, my fridge, like this....

And that way, you are ALWAYS there for me, when I need you.

I just reach in, and grab, and snap open the top, 

and in mere seconds you slide down my throat,

making my problems seem so bearable, that I fall

further in love with you.

I don't think I would ever even eat McDonald's french fries, 

if I couldn't pair them with my good friend, Diet Coke.

I love it when I am visiting my parent's house, 

and I skip down their stairs to the basement refrigerator 

to wrap my paws around the sweet lovin' of a cold, frosty, Diet Coke.

I'm like a puppet-on-a-string  for Diet Coke....if someone offers me a one,

the answer is never "No".

And, if I knew this necklace existed, it would don my decolletage.

Because, you will always be close to my heart.

So, why am I spilling my guts, opening up to the world about my addiction?

Because, I think it is time to sever the ties, 

to say goodbye to clean, fresh living, with no bubbly whatsoever!

Mainly, because my Mom sent me a video on what carbonation, 

and diet soda does to your body.

And, secondly because all of those chemicals cannot be good over time.

Oh, and the main reason, I hear you drop 5-7 pounds when you quit soda, 

even just diet soda.

I haven't decided how I am gonna do it, or when, but it's coming.

But, the thought of it makes me ill, like I am breaking up with a perfectly good guy, 

or a great girlfriend who has always been there for me.

And, I figure if I tell you, I will have to be accountable.

Branmuffin is just as much an addict and he says "He is down" at joining me on

this scary feat, this crusade of learning.  

But, I am not convinced.

I need help, I need a confidant. 

I need a group like alcoholics have AA, 

and a place like Lindsay Lohan gets to go to.

Give me some comforting words that I can hold onto.

Tell me it will be okay.

I would rather give up sipping wine and my IPhone than do this,

and that says a lot!

Signed, 

Me

{In the fetal position}