Thursday, November 19, 2009
This is my fourth week of no coffee, and I gave in this morning and made a very small pot. Filled my little mug to half, added a tiny bit of non-fat milk and sugar. Took a few sips and hated it. Realized that I've been jonesing for the illusion of what I thought coffee to be - enervating, yummy, etc. Found it repulsive, so after a couple of sips, spilled out the rest of the mug, the pot and the coffee container which was empty anyway. I've been experiencing such low energy since giving it up that I thought that a little jolt would be harmless. But caffeine is not my friend and makes me feel yucky, even in small amounts. So, I am again on the road to none. Although this is a small battle, it is mine nonetheless, and not easy for me. Of course, what is? Nothing worthwhile is ever easy, so they say. Wishing all a wonderful day.