Back when I first decided to leave mormonism, I still carried with me most of the rules and opinions of the religion. Most of all, I still believed that following any diet beyond the limits of the "word of wisdom" was a terrible sin. It wasn't until five months later, while I was living in Russia, that I decided to take the plunge out into the world of "sin" and try my first cup of coffee. Someone else ordered it for me... it was black, and I think a little burned. My eyes winced every time I took a swallow.
My next cup was a vanilla cappuccino, topped with whipped cream and shaved chocolate. A much better experience. I dumped in a cartload of sugar, and it was almost tasty.
After that, I ordered coffee anytime I went out with Mormon friends. It was more out of spite than from any desire to actually drink the stuff. I sugared up my cup and in my head thought, "Ha! I can drink this and you can't!"
It was quite a new feeling to know there was nothing out there telling me what I could and could not think, drink, eat, say, wear, and on, and on, and on.…
And these days, I can’t get enough of the stuff. Starbucks, here I come!