I live in Los Angeles so it never gets super cold. The few times it has snowed here have been front-page affairs. (I count two times.) Nevertheless, to my standards, it is cold here in the winter. And between so many holiday parties, tree lighting ceremonies, skating outings, etc., the thing I want the most is a nice cup of coffee. A warm mug against my cold hands. A decadent aroma inhaled that enlarges my heart three sizes.
Without it, I’m feeling a tad Grinchy.
PHOTO: Tree lighting ceremony at Universal Studios Grinchmas Whobilation.
HIGH: I’ve had neither aches nor pains.
LOW: I’ve just been a worthless automaton.
I’m starting to think this whole no-coffee experiment is entirely overrated. Obviously, I can’t function properly without it. I’ve literally crumpled over multiple times in my chair the last few days. I know exercise will wake me up, but there’s zero energy to even go for a walk.
Maybe I’ll bust out some squats in the office a little later. Must carry on…
It’s a sad day to realize you have a problem, and sadder still when that problem is something as innocuous as drinking too much coffee. This black tar has become my go-to drink. I’ll drink more cups of coffee than water in a given day. That’s just not right.
So I’m weaning myself off for a good minute.
Today is my first non-coffee day. There’s no deadline or timeline, though I’d like to make it a full week. I’ll report back any health, mood or behavioral changes experienced …