Today I Drank My Last Diet Coke

Hi, my name is Maria, and I’m a Diet Coke addict.

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I love Diet Coke. And I mean I love it. I love the sharp bubbles tickling my nose. I love the sweet but not too sweet taste on my tongue. I love the little pick-me-up from the caffeine.

Our love story started back in college, when like most students, I wanted a caffeinated drink to fuel my all-night study sessions and get me through my early morning classes. I flirted with coffee and energy drinks, but I found my true love in Diet Coke.

Now, I’m no longer a student, and I don’t pull all-nighters. I probably couldn’t even if I tried. Instead, I’ve joined the masses and have a boring old 9–5 job. Yet, there is still a place in my life for Diet Coke.

It’s the perfect lunchtime accompaniment, whether I’m eating a salad or a sandwich. It’s also great first thing in the morning to really wake me up and get the day going. And in the afternoon, it helps me get through that 3pm slump. Really, anytime of day, you can find me enjoying a nice cold Diet Coke.

But Diet Coke and I, we have a love-hate relationship.

Because while I love Diet Coke, I know my body does not. I’ve read the studies, heard the warnings, and I agree. Diet Coke is not good for me.

I just can’t seem to quit it.