Confession.

Today I feel like I need to come to terms with a reality in my life.  It has taken a long time for me to get here…lots and lots of denial…but here it goes…I drink a lot of Diet Coke.  There.  I said it.

I have been avoiding admitting this to myself and the world at large because I have a very strong opinion about “Diet Coke drinkers.”  I mean there are people who drink coffee, people who drink soda, people who just need a steady supply of caffeine and THEN there are “Diet Coke drinkers.”  If you have known any, you know they are in a category all to themselves.  I have known many in my years and laughed at their silly addiction to a beverage that really doesn’t taste all that great.  They must put something extremely addictive in Diet Coke, I would joke, because why in the world would someone wake up in the morning and pop open 3 in a row before 9am?  It doesn’t even taste very good, why would you want to drink that stuff at all?  Since high school I’ve fancied myself a coffee drinker (a completely different group in my mind) possibly even a little better than those “Diet Coke addicts” out there.  But, then John and I became very close friends with a Diet Coke drinking family and Diet Coke slowly started tasting better and better.  Lately, every once and a while I might pick up a Diet Coke at lunch or say, if Hayston and I are out and about somewhere, but come on, it’s not like I drink it all the time and need to have it “in the house.”

But, this weekend I came home from Carrie and Clyde’s wedding to find that John had gone to the store for us and bought a number of things, one of which was a case of Diet Coke.  “Why did you get THAT?” I asked.  (I was a little annoyed because we really don’t like to spend money on soda or keep it in the house).  He just smiled at me and said, “I just thought you might like having some around sometimes and it might be cheaper than buying them individually.”  I just rolled my eyes and said, “I really don’t buy them often enough to buy a pack.  Just every once and awhile.”  But he just laughed to himself and dropped it.  And just now as I glanced away from editing at my computer, I had to laugh at myself because this is what I saw…

So, yes, I may not be a 3 Diet Cokes before 9 am type of person, but I apparently I have become a Diet Coke every afternoon type of person.  And yes, I will humbly admit that my husband knows me very well and was right about the Diet Coke.  So, thank you John for knowing me better than I know myself and thank you Diet Coke for tasting so good with my lunch and giving me the caffeine I need to get through the rest of today.  Happy Monday everyone!!