Monday, January 11, 2010
is that when you really need a pick-me-up, a little coffee packs a wallop!
We didn't sleep very well or very much last night. I was restless, my husband was restless and our cats were insane. Generally speaking, however, I do think giving up my daily half a pot o' joe (on those days my husband was feeling assertive enough to make me share) has significantly improved my ability to sleep at night.
It's amazing to me how little, really, I miss it. I come from a serious coffee drinkin' family. My Mom's parents drank a couple of pots a day, each, for sixty plus years. My parents like to whip up an extra pot at 9:00 PM for, I don't know, that last caffeine kick before bedtime. I myself have had coffee every single day, and plenty of it, from 16 years old to just two weeks ago.
In the last couple of years, though, I've really started to feel all that caffeine. I've always thought I was something of an anxious, uptight personality. I was, you know, **just high strung**. Right. It had nothing to do with that fourth or fifth cup of extra strong Columbian.
It occurs to me right now that at about the time I started drinking coffee was about the time I started struggling with insomnia.
Dropping it was a week of misery, for sure, but not really that bad. My head hurt and I was cranky (my poor husband) but that's it. What I miss is the aroma and flavor - but that's what decaf is for, right?
And on days like today where I have too little sleep and too much to get done? Half a cup, baby and I'm bouncing off the walls!