I'm down to one can of diet a day, incidentally. When you think about the fact that I don't drink coffee, I'm doing pretty well. I need that small hit of caffeine in the morning that Diet Coke provides, or I find myself doing a face-plant into my keyboard around 2:30, and yes I eat lunch and get enough iron and all that. I tried tea in the morning but it makes me nauseous, as does any sufficiently complicated food before 9 A.M.
So the bottled water thing: Yes, It's Bad. And I'm Cutting Back. The Sportswear Company recently handed out free reusable water bottles to all the staff, not out of a sense of stewardship, but because they had a printing error in the logo. I picked up two, but I think I need more because they're in the dishwasher all the damn time. So I'm praying for another promotional-item goof-up.
So why not drink tap water? You ask. Our tap water comes out of the North Saskatchewan River, which is heavily populated all along its considerable route through the western provinces. It's big and fast and fed by glaciers, but, um, I wouldn't want to swim in it. You're likely to meet a former someone who jumped off the High Level Bridge, broke their legs on the ice and froze to death, or you might take in a certain volume of effluent, or get stabbed with a stray needle full of the Hep.
Of course our water is kept to a very high standard and is perfectly safe to drink. The last aspect that keeps me from drinking out of the tap is the high level of chlorine added to our water. Some mornings in the Spring, when the runoff is coming in from the mountains, you can nearly gas yourself to death by taking a hot shower. Or at least, that's how it seems to me.