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about two weeks ago, camden made the brave decision to give up his most beloved diet coke. i’m not going to lie, his addiction was becoming a problem. he would drink 32oz in the morning, a medium sized one with his lunch plus a refill, and one more with dinner to end the day. after reflecting on exactly how much he was actually drinking in just one day, he decided he would quit and quit he did, cold turkey.

at first diet coke was all i heard about, how tired he was because he wasn’t drinking it, how good it was and how it would go perfect with his meal, etc… but as the week went on he talked about it less and less until he was barely mentioning it at all. 

saturday night we went to jimmy johns before heading over to some friends house to hang out for a bit. i said we should just get a diet coke because he had been so good and had not given in even once, as sort of a reward for all his hard work. camden was actually skeptical asking me if i was sure it was ok. i felt sort of guilty i was telling him to drink one not wanting him to feel like all his dedication had gone to waste. i watched him as he drank his first gulp to see his reaction. i’m sure the expression on my face looked a bit like curious george waiting to see something wild happen. as the first sip of bubbly brown soda went down his throat, he set the drink down and started to smile. “what” i said. he replied “it doesn’t even taste as good as i remembered.” “i think i am finally cured.” you would have thought a doctor just let him know he would survive his illness that would have almost promised a terrible and most certain death. after a few silly moments of celebration, i knew he felt relief that he could kiss his diet coke addiction goodbye, and that my friends, is exactly what he did.