I'll let that sink in for a minute...
I am deciding that my drinking of coke is like aversion therapy, and that I am ensuring that Leila will be a healthier adult than I am. Such a good parent I am, no?
For the record, its not like it was a 2 liter bottle on the table, it was one of those mini 12 oz bottles. Also, its not as it I'm suckin' on a coke all day, or that I keep an emergency six-pack in my car or anything. I try to limit my soda intake to 1 mini bottle a day, or less. Or more. Sometimes more, but not regularly. I also do not think my coke habit is the reason I'm fat. Its not exactly my weight loss secret either, but I don't think its what's pushing me over the edge. In fact, remember back when I stopped drinking soda for a while? I didn't lose an ounce. You want to know why I'm fat? I'll give you all the reasons: 1) I love to eat and I hate to exercise. 2) Eating out is my favorite sort of entertainment. 3) I have hormone issues (I know this sounds like I'm blaming some wayward glands, but its true. My hormones are all effed up.) 4) I think I have a thyroid issue, though nobody can find one. 6) I got my body-type genes from my dad's side of the family. Not good. I also got my dad's love of food and drink and sitting. And his boobs. 7) Cake.
The other day while I was taking my walk (yes, I WALKED. With my actual legs, while wearing actual sneakers. It was like exercise, only slower.) I spied the shadow of my ass and it was jiggling. Awesome.
So coke does not help, but it is not the root cause of my fatness. Suck on that, Leila.