You see this bottle, innocently sitting on the top shelf of my fridge. This is my weakness. My Achilles heal, if you will. There are two particular ways that I love to drink Coca Cola. Preferably, from the fountain. But it must have the perfect syrup to soda water ratio, or it's no good. McDonald's and Wendy's typically are a safe bet for a good Coke. Very rarely can you go to a gas station convenience store and find a good fountain Coke. The second way I prefer to drink it is from a can, straight out of an ice cold cooler. Excuse me while I feel a little faint. Okay, back to you. To make a long story short, my love affair with Coke must come to an end. When you start to consume a minimum of 32 ounces a day, you really have to stop and think about what exactly you are drinking. I'm sure at some point in the future I will visit my friend, but I cannot continue on the path I have been.
So, I'm putting this out into the Internet world, so someone besides myself will know about it. If you see me drinking a Coke, feel free to question me about it, hold me accountable. Unless you see a slightly crazed look in my eye - if that happens, then BACK OFF! Really, it's for your own safety.
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