Note: This is a guest essay by Susan Shapiro about how she quit diet soda and other food addictions.
I wasn’t surprised to read a new medical study that showed people who drank diet soda daily had a 61 percent increased risk of heart attacks and strokes. My doctor ordered me to quit my Diet Coke habit last year – and it was a difficult detox. I couldn’t sleep, work, or concentrate.
I blamed my personality, which is so addictive, I could get hooked on carrot sticks.
I started out devouring everything I loved in life but abused the privilege, so this felt like punishment for immoderation, as if I had to sacrifice former pleasures for the honor of surviving. I was being forced to delineate what was essential and make trade-offs, as when swimming laps toned my arms but the chlorine destroyed my (dyed) hair.
Of course there are worse compulsions to kick. Yet this was a huge transformation for the Queen of Diet Soda. At twelve, in a bikini around my suburban Michigan backyard pool, I sipped hot pink Tab cans through a straw, relishing the tin aftertaste, fizz, caffeine buzz, instant gratification, and endless supply with zero calories. My Jewish mother was a dangerously delicious cook, so this appetite suppressant seemed a miracle.In college at the University of Michigan, my dormitory’s pop machines turned me into a Diet Pepsi girl. On the Atkins diet, which banned aspartame and saccharin, I switched to the Splenda-filled Diet Rite.
At NYU grad school I flirted with clear Diet 7-Up before deciding on Diet Coke.
By thirty, twelve daily glasses of Diet Coke with ice helped me concentrate on work – but affected my sleep.
So by noon I’d switch to Diet Coke Caffeine Free, consuming so many cans during the classes I taught that students who wanted extra help left ribbon-tied six packs with my doorman as bribes.
She confirmed the bestselling Skinny Bitch’s proclamation that diet soda was “Liquid Satan.”
No chocolate or coffee either. One green tea, then switch to water.I was in denial about the diagnosis – until my gynecologist said all the soda perpetuated vaginal cysts. A surgical oncologist insisted it increased masses in my cystic breasts – making mammograms harder to read.
My dentist couldn’t bleach my dark soda-stained teeth. After root canal, the endodontist warned soda’s ingredients eroded tooth enamel, making emergency procedures more likely.
It seemed the magic potion I drank for decades was in essence poisoning different parts of my body.
Not to mention withdrawing from psychologically soothing rituals I’d practiced, under the illusion that “calorie free” meant healthy. That I gained weight and had mood swings without my regular fix shouldn’t have shocked me.
Six years earlier, I’d quit my 27-year two pack a-day smoking habit, alcohol, marijuana, Blow Pop lollipops (replacement for cigarettes), gum (too much sugar) and bread products (too many carbs). I’d spouted recovery speak, analyzing my insatiable hungers, why I’d depended on substances more than people, how underlying every addiction was a deep depression that felt unbearable.
I’d quit bars, clubs, and soirees where others puffed, imbibed on what I couldn’t. I quit dinner parties cold turkey, scarring my social life.
“Just when you think you lost everything, you find out that you can always lose a little more,” a post heart attack Dylan sang on Time Out of Mind.
I feel bereft without my diet soda. But I’m lucky I’m not ill and still have options. My doctor okayed mineral water and Chamomile tea (though the honey I add is too fattening). I’m trying to enjoy new rituals – boiling water, stirring bags of decaffeinated French Vanilla, and Caffeine Free Cranberry Apple Zinger. The only thing that’s hit the spot so far is sipping Evian water through a straw in my last empty Diet Coke can, as if my eyes can trick my tongue and taste buds. Or I could keep my mouth shut and not put anything in it for hours a time – a choice that, up until now, had never actually occurred to me.
Note: This essay is written by Susan Shapiro.
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