I admit it. I am addicted. At least 5 times a week I drink…
a Diet Coke.
Honestly, it is my only addiction, but I know it isn’t good for me. I am postmenopausal and the research around both sugary and diet soda consumption is not positive:
- regular consumption of cola drinks may lead to bone density loss, particularly in postmenopausal women
- women who drink two or more diet drinks per day may be “30 percent more likely to suffer a cardiovascular event and 50 percent more likely to die from related disease.”
- drinking diet sodas may cause weight gain (the research is inconclusive on this matter)
So, with all of that research against diet soda, why does this mom have such a hard time quitting? Last spring, I was almost completely rehabilitated. I was only “falling off the wagon” 1-2 times per week. Water and iced tea became my beverages of choice.
But then this mother became a sucker for a schmaltzy ad campaign:
Summer 2014 was THE “Summer of Sharing: Share a Coke.”
You see, we were going through one of those “seasons” families encounter and I (sadly) found solace in choosing a bottle of Diet Coke with the name of one of my sons, “Dad,” “family,” “friends,” “BFF,” or “Mom,” to name a few.
Note the picture above. Today as I ran to the grocery store for some additions to our Labor Day barbecue, I noticed a bottle with the name of my older son, “John.”
Yep, I proceeded to place it in the cart.
You see, this is John’s senior year and I’ve been thinking quite a bit about where he’ll land a year from now. I am not worried. I am not even involved in his applications. I believe God already knows where he’ll attend and it will be just fine.
So, how does a diet soda (unshared, by the way) comfort me during this season of looking ahead to a whole new life for my son? I think only an advertising executive could answer that question!
What is the biggest problem with my addiction? Poor modeling for my kids. Studies have proven that kids tend to be more influenced by a parent’s behavior than their words.
Thus, I can tell my kids until I’m blue in the face that soda is unhealthy, but if they watch me drinking it, I am sending a more powerful message that it’s really ok. Or, worse yet, it’s ok to engage in behavior even when a person knows it isn’t good for them.
Well, “The Summer of Sharing” has officially ended. I poured the rest of the soda in the above photo down the sink and now I’m craving a nice, tall glass of ice water.
Catie (Cate Pane)