100 Days without coffee.
Actually, 107 Days without coffee. I'm a little late with the post.
For those of you who know me, you know I'm a little bit in love with some good coffee.
I prefer it to be black like the night sky, a strong dark roast, or bourbon infused if I'm in KY.
No cream, no sugar, and definitively no syrup... y'all aren't real coffee drinkers P.S.
And if you really know me... you'll remember that time I drank literal cups of espresso in San Diego for 4 months and almost died when I moved back to Knoxville.
Shot in the Dark. Black Eye. Or Dead Eye... whatever you call it, I was drinking it.
Coffee mugs in my car. Coffee mugs in the office.
Coffee stains. Coffee grounds in the sink.
Then something crazy happened.
I stopped drinking coffee.
Cold turkey.
107 days without waking up with a headache, already thinking of coffee, having a clear mind.
107 days where I ended up saving over $200 by not buying coffee grounds, coffee shop drinks, etc.
107 days where I wasn't shaking by lunch time.
It started with being really, really sick and knowing something needed to change.
So my smart ass decided to quit coffee and dairy cold turkey.
The next few days I was sicker than I'd like to admit.
The withdrawal alone was awful, having to purge so much from my body, was awful.
For 8 solid days I prayed and prayed for strength... but if I'm being honest... I also prayed that I would be struck with a sign that I didn't need to follow through with this and I could drink 3 cups of coffee with 2 shots of espresso each day again...
The first 8 days I woke up so angry I had told people what I was doing... because now there was accountability!
But on day 9?
Day 9 I didn't think about coffee. or espresso.
I thought about what I was going to eat for breakfast (that was new.)
After that I sort of stopped counting... and I told myself "September."
For the whole month of September I would be free of the black gold I loved so much.
September past... October past... November came along and it was just cold enough that towards the middle I thought... I can be done with this right?
Wrong.
100 days was just around the corner.
I had to make 100 days.
As if that made me special.
The small things in life always impress me the most.
The idea that you NEED something that isn't an immediate, life altering necessity, is honestly bogus.
People tell me all the time they couldn't do this... I just roll my eyes and tell them "I couldn't do this." But here I am, under blankets,
layers,
winter is HERE.
And it is day 107.
Who knows how long I will go?
I don't.
All I know is, February will be 6 months without "NEEDING coffee."
I haven't looked back once and you want to know something?
I honestly have more energy now then I did then.
Maybe one day we will reunite.
But until then my coffee mug collection is seeing a lot of herbal teas and whiskey!
