Shane Mayer

I LOVE Coke. It’s the nectar of the god’s. I like it more than water and I used to drink it as such.

In the last two years I’ve started a campaign to stop drinking the stuff. As my co-worker pointed out, “it’s just basic maturity,” not to drink that stuff. Someone else said it’s basically, “a disease in a can,” when you consider your likelihood to get diabetes from it.

It’s really high in High Fructose Corn Syrup, which I’m also trying to avoid.

So, I rarely drink it anymore. Sometimes though, I do still like to sneak in a nice cold, refreshing can. Everything in moderation.

For the longest time I thought my arms just simply weren’t long enough. My mom insisted I try and that made me only more averse to attempting it.

Recently though I decided to reclaim my body. I began a daily routine of reaching down. Someone also taught me to lie with my feet over my head, which stretches your lower back. Now I can rich all the way down!

I’ll actually tie my shoes now, instead of just ignoring the loose laces dragging on the ground. You can do it too. Good luck.

Maybe one a month?