I, unlike many many many women my age, do not have an unabiding additional to Diet Coke. As a matter of fact, I have prided myself in not being a slave to the beverage, preferring in most cases to choose the full sugar version or even better, the even sweeter slightly less available RC Cola. But, as has been established in an earlier post... mama's ass is getting too big for her cutie pie pants. And so, with much trepidation I went out in search of a bubbly, sweet beverage that I could make my own. (God forbid, I give up soda! I did that for 9 months when I was carrying butterbean... never again.)
And there it was, shining like a beacon on the grocery store shelves. Like a lemming to the cliffs, to it, I was drawn... Diet Coke with SPLENDA. That is right SPLENDA -- my most favored of sweeteners, because it is soooooo super sweet. (at this point, I should mention that I come from a long line of super sweet tooths... in fact, as a child I almost literally rotted my kid teeth out with sugar. I used to eat grape jelly and chocolate chip sandwiches in the early morning before my mother would wake up. My dad and I would sit in the car and eat peppermint patties and Milky Ways in secret. In college, I survived on a diet that consisted mainly of Swedish fish, sour peaches, and cap'n crunch cereal. This is a long standing love affair.)
I LURV THIS STUFF... the only problem is on Monday, I had four cans of it after not having caffeine for close to 12 months. Not so much sleep that night. Note to self, ease into it baby... nice and slow.
Coke people, if you are reading... I am naming my next child in honor of you! Diet Coke with Splenda... no way that kid is getting beat up on the playground.
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