My name is B and I'm an addict

It's true. I have finally reached a safe place where I feel I can say this out loud...and apparently, share it with the world. Not sure where this places me in the 12 step program but I'm not looking for recovery so maybe that's not a big issue.

I was in denial for a long time. I swore to myself, my husband and anyone else who confessed concern or even feigned interest that I could quit cold turkey anytime.

In the past year I have quit at least twice. I managed to quit during both of my pregnancies. But I always end up back on the bandwagon.

It's just that, well, it makes me feel soooooooooooooo good! Seriously, after a stressful day nothing could be better. When I just want to chill out and relax, nothing could be better. Bonus points in that it replaces my cravings for unhealthy foods and sweets. I think I am so fine without it but every time I go back to it it gets even better than I remember.

I lay there, smack my lips and think, "aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh, that's the stuff!"

So yes, my name is B and I'm addicted to soda. I love the way it bubbles, I love the sweet taste, I love that it comes in a can, I love that they serve it everywhere and I hate how bad it is for me.

I tried to switch to diet, which tastes awful, and I sort of made it work but then I discovered those newer sodas like coke zero and pepsi max. Now I'm officially in heaven and ready to admit that yes, I'm addicted and no, I don't want to change.

Judge me as you deem fit or better yet support me, I'm always available for a little soda drinking action. So ends confessions of a soda addict.