Oh, the Irony!

In the final years of my mother's life, she drank Coca Cola. 

Oh, she was very restrained and the tall size laster her a very long time.  She would pour a little glass and it would last her an entire day.  Just sips at a time.

I, at that point in my life, was not drinking soda.  For some reason, I got it into my head that my mother should not be drinking it either.  IT was SO Unhealthy.  My sister-in-law felt the same.  So, both of us encouraged, prodded, gently suggested that she should not drink THAT bad drink.  Mom told me several times her doctor had suggested she drink it for her low energy levels.  So, she felt justified in drinking it.

Well, NOW, I DRINK SODA....and I enjoy it.

And, I don't want to give it up, although my daughters encourage me to NOT drink it.  They tell me it is EXCEEDINGLY UNHEALTHY.  Which I believe and know that to be true.

So, WHY do I do it?  I have no doctor saying it will help my energy level.  (Although my PA said I just just go and enjoy a diet soda...it seemed so strange for him to tell me that!)

But, I enjoy the taste, the feel in the mouth, the fizz, the sweetness, the drink of it.

And, it's so ironic that I'm drinking it now and I so tried to get my mother to stop.

What goes around, comes around.  What can I say...