I’ve always been a Dr. Pepper girl. From the beginning of my carbonated beverage drinking days. Never once have I considered the crazy one hundred and thirty calories that are to be found in one single can. This is even completely ignoring the grams or kilograms, whichever it may be, of sugar that is in this single can of the yummy goodness.
Having given you my history, well, I just wanted to let the world know that I have officially moved on from my Dr. Pepper obsession to her less evil counterpart, Diet Dr. Pepper. At one time the taste of a diet drink made me slightly ill. For a long time I swore to my Diet Coke drinking mother that diet drinks were positively filled with rat poison. That’s the only thing that could explain the after taste. But, I now either eat my words, or drink my own poison filled diet drink.