Then this move happened. I enjoyed a cup here and a cup there. The cafe at work downstairs. Starbucks downtown was just a 5 minute walk from my house. Karen in the office next door always brews a delicious pot in the a.m. And then, my move was over. In theory, I should stop right? But by now, I'd gotten into a routine of stopping by 7-11's surprisingly tasty coffee bar in the morning. I felt a part of something. There I was with all the others. We'd shake our sugar packets and pour from the plethora of creamer options. Stirring, smelling and sipping until the perfect cup was achieved for our personal tastes. The woman across from me was satisfied with her non-dairy creamer. The man next to me would pick the super size cup. Everyone has their coffee routine and I was apart of it again!!! And that first sip of the morning? Sweet (but not too sweet) and creamy and comforting. All would be right with the world! INVINCIBLE to the hardships of the day I'd become!
But it can't last. Can it? I wake up in the morning groggy and hating life. For the past two years, I wasn't pleased when the alarm with off, but I'd be fairly alert within 10 minutes or so. Now, on a weekend at home, I physically can not get moving until I visit the barista. The headache creeps in if I wait too long. And I'm parched by the end of the day. Thirsty beyond words. I'm a better person when I'm off the coff.
I started this week with a half a cup of joe each morning. Today I cut back to only a forth of a cup. Hopefully, within a week I can be totally de-coffenated with little to minor emotional meltdowns. And DON'T even get me started on decaf. Just don't.
Hope everyone else is enjoying their morning bliss.