It’s a Miracle I Have Teeth

I have been a dedicated drinker of Coca-Cola for years, ever since I was a freshman in high school. Come to think of it, that was the last year I ever grew. HM.

I have never given much thought to what was in that little red can. Caffeine, caramel coloring, bubbles, it’s pretty simple, right? Oh yeah, and some sugar. “Some.”

Do you know how much sugar there is in a can of Coke? 39 grams. It says so right there on the side of the can. Have you ever MEASURED 39 grams of sugar? It’s more than a THIRD OF A CUP. IN ONE CAN. I, who regularly halve the amount of sugar that’s called for in the baked goods I lovingly prepare for my child, have been hypocritically consuming this super-saturated sugar solution in front of her very nose!

When it comes right down to it, I must say that I enjoy my teeth, and would like to keep them. So I’m going to give it up. Yep, no more liquid candy. No more mid-morning carbonated lift. No more sweet “ka-shwack” of the opening can. Farewell, sweet friend, farewell.