I’m the first to admit that my greatest vice was drinking soft drink. And Coca Cola was my poison-of-choice.
It always had to be full-strength. None of these Diet Coke or Coke Zero wannabes.
I was so addicted that it wasn’t just the occasional can of Coke; here and there; every now and again. At my peak I was probably drinking, on average, more than a litre a day.
My logic was that if there is no actual proof of its ill effects, then it must be OK. Right?
Empty calories. Bad for your teeth. Full of dodgy chemicals. Heaps and heaps of sugar.
All very good reasons to avoid soft drink but none of them very convincing on their own.
But what a sad, deluded world I was living in. The same misguided, misinformed world we’re all living in, blissfully ignorant of what it’s doing to us. To our bodies. To our children.
Until I read Sweet Poison by David Gillespie.
At last, I finally I had my proof.
But more importantly, I no longer had any excuses.
Kim | 77.8