It’s so freeing to be free of it! Don’t get me wrong; I’ve always been a coffee whore. “Will work for coffee” was my mantra. Starbucks cards for birthdays, or hidden in the Christmas stocking, or a swell gesture from a friend…that was my life up until two weeks ago. Then I got some sort of flu bug. You know, the kind where you’re so sick even coffee doesn’t sound good? Nope, it sure did not…for several days. By that time, I figured what the heck? I’ve got this thing beat!
I’m still lovin’ the aroma, but just can’t bring myself to drink it. It’s like poison to me now. I’ve endured the awful headache withdrawals and can’t go back to “the other side.” Or, maybe I HAVE gone to the other side? I mean, I am drinking tea now.
No matter. My life is simpler now. No more planning my next cup of Joe. No more filing through the stack of coffee punch cards in my car (which drive thru am I at?). I’m spending less and sleeping more. I feel healthier. I have more energy. Let me say that again: I have MORE energy. Go figure.
I don’t know how long I will stay off the beans, but I’m telling you I plan to ride this train all the way to the bank.