Chick-fil-A Hands You Lemons...
I had a stroke in 2004 and afterwards had to be careful about what I ate. I have never been a chicken breast person, but when circumstances forced me to make a fast-food choice, I decided to try Chick-fil-A since my niece and nephew practically lived on it. After I tasted my first Chick-fil-A Sandwich on wheat bun and the made to order Waffle Fries (with no salt), I was more than pleased. When they told me more about the owner that made me want to patronize Chick-fil-A even more, and I began to. Every year, when the peach shakes are advertised, my mouth waters, and I treat myself.
I am from the old school, and prefer that my food and drinks be made from "scratch," so I never ordered the lemonade. I abhor lemonade mix. When these same family members told me that Chick-fil-A's lemonade was freshly squeezed, I was thrilled. For the last nine years I have been consuming Chick-fil-A's diet lemonade like cola junkies drink diet coke. I am never without it in my refrigerator.
Now I have a dilemma; I'm moving to Connecticut in June and the closest Chick-fil-A to where I will be living is in NYC, which is a good 50 miles away. Since I am severely addicted, do you suggest I start my withdrawal now, go cold turkey when I move next month or enter rehab?