Any one who knows me, knows I love Diet Coke. I mean LOVE it. I know it's not good for me. I know some people think it's horrific tasting. It is, hands down, my favorite drink. It's almost my favorite food. And I drink too much of it. But none of this is a secret or news flash if you know me.
I know all the health reasons for why I shouldn't drink it. And, I don't really care. Sort of like how a smoker knows cigs are bad for them, but it still isn't enough to make them quit.
I don't let my kids drink soda, ever. And so, like any addict, I convince myself that my kids will do as I say and not as I do. They will not follow my example, and they aren't really paying attention anyway.
Then today, I had this little scenario: I was getting ready to take Kenz to the Dr, so I told her to go out to the car and get in. I went out about 2 minutes later. She was hiding in the back seat, drinking the remnants of a week old diet coke. She had already polished off one other bottle that was atleast a few days old.
I said: "Kenz, what are you doing?"
Her: "Drinking diet coke."
Me: "That's a lot of soda at one time."
Her: " I learned from you."
What could I do? I am humbled.
I haven't had a Diet Coke in 8 hours. That is a new record for me.