My dad made a bet with me at the start of the year that I wouldn't be able to go the whole year without drinking coke.
But tonight I prove him wrong. When the clock strikes 12, I will not be shouting out "HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!". No! Instead, I will be cracking open a can of no sugar and chugging it down while "We Are The Champions" plays in the background. It will be a sweet victory.
Love this K, and it reminds me of a very eventful event all the way back in 2017.
I enjoy lemonade, but would never over-drink, usually have like half a cup every night or second night, so like 1/3 of a can with some gaps of weeks. Anyway, one night my mum got mad and started saying I drink too much soft drink, and I basically said I could stop right now if I wanted to, and she didn't believe me.
From that point, I didn't drink a single drop for about 8 months
I drink lemonade occasionally these days, but nothing else.