Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Not sure who sings that line in the country and western song, but it sure applied to me today. I heard that song in my head all day as I battled a HUGE jones to drink coffee after 56 days of none.
With my good angel on one shoulder, and my bad angel on the other, they have been engaged in a ferocious tug-of-war. What's funny is some of the rationale that pops up when a former habit/addiction rears its ugly head.
The voice of erroneous reason kept saying that life is too boring without caffeine. That it ain't no fun. Honestly, I miss that energy jolt like crazy and most people would suggest moderation. However, I am very caffeine sensitive and suffer after even a "little bit" of coffee. And decaf doesn't work; it only serves as a gateway to the big stuff.
So, my little angels are tired of fighting now, and the good angel has won. For now. The thing about habits/addictions - just when you think you've been victorious - whamo. You are craving the stuff and would give almost anything for it.
And what's really hilarious in a crazy way? I really don't love the stuff all that much. It's now a psychological thing.