It is not at all socially acceptable to be sipping on a glass of Pinot Noir at 9 am. It is however moderately more socially acceptable to be working on a Diet Coke- no one needs to know that it is my third one of the day.
Diet Coke and I are intimately acquainted a relationship of sorts. Admittedly it is a dependent relationship on my part. I need it. I crave it. The wonderful bubbly goodness.
Whats worse is, I am now convinced that McDonald's spikes its DC with something to make it more addictive than the pain pills I took after surgery- you know the ones that you practically have to sign your life away to get?
Diet Coke is my respite. My break in the insanity of running... it helps me through the day.