There’s no easy way to say this, and I’m sure it’s going to disappoint a lot of people, but there’s really no other way to say this other than to just say it.
I’ve started drinking soda again.
It’s been about 6.5 years since I drank soda regularly. In those 6.5 years, I have had a sip or two now and again, mostly to try some new concoction like Vanilla Coke or Wild Berry Pepsi, but I quit drinking soda as a general rule.
My folks visited me a few weeks ago and I picked up some Sprecher’s Root Beer for my dad. When they left, he didn’t take it with him, and Sprecher’s Root Beer is the second-best root beer I’ve ever had, and… well, that’s pretty much what happened. From there, I decided to re-try some other root beers at Culver’s, McDonald’s, at A&W… I may not pronounce “root” correctly, but I do love me some root beer.
Since then I’ve also had some other sodas here and there and I’ve come to remember why I stopped drinking them in the first place: they don’t sit well. I never feel better after drinking a soda, and I often feel worse. And, aside from the Sprecher’s, none of them are so good-tasting as to be worth the trouble.
So, yeah, the pendulum has swung pretty far back the other way here, but I anticipate it heading back toward the middle some time soon. I’m not going to be a militant non-soda drinker, but neither am I going to start drinking it on a regular basis, I don’t think.
It was a pretty good run, 6.5 years. It wasn’t like it helped me all that much, though. I filled the void (my stomach) with plenty of other stuff that was way worse, I’m sure. And, as I’m constantly reminded by pretty much everybody, since I don’t eat veggies or fruits I’m probably headed to an early grave already, so why hurry the process along?
So that’s it. Probably not earth-shattering to anyone, but I thought I’d let you know. And for those of you who are bothered by such things (approximately 51% of you), feel free to read “pop” instead of “soda” throughout this entry, and those readers in the South can just read “Coke.”