This morning, I was able to resist my usual first cup because my stomach was a bit upset. Now I am craving my hot cup of caffeineliciousness. This got me thinking about my struggle with coffee.
I gave up coffee for Lent once, about 3 years ago. I am so glad I did it. I was at the point of not being able to function, having splitting headaches, and basically running on caffeine. My brain was fuzzy. I couldn’t focus. The first 2 weeks were brutal. You did not want to know me. I was cranky and sick. After those first few weeks, something happened. The headaches were fewer, and I could actually focus. My textbooks had words, instead of random blurs.
Once Lent was over, I had a coffee the next day. For a while, I was able to keep my coffee to a minimum. Over the last couple of years I have re-quit, become re-addicted, and have been in between.
I am at a point in my life where I want to stop drinking coffee again. The problem is that I really don’t want to. I love the taste, the warmth, the feeling of comfort. I mean, there are worse things I could be addicted to. Coffee isn’t all that bad for me, right? The easy answer would be to drink decaf. Nope. Not an option. Decaf tastes like water. I do like tea. During the time I gave up coffee I began to appreciate it more. But tea isn’t coffee. It’s tasty, but it isn’t coffee.
Living in Vancouver means that my life revolves around coffee. Everywhere I look is a Starbucks or local coffee shop. When you want to catch up with a friend, you meet up for coffee. When you need a break from the office, you go for a coffee break. Everything is coffee, coffee, specialty latte, coffee, and some more coffee.
So, back to my question. Should I give up coffee? Or since it really isn’t harming me, should I continue drinking that full-bodied delight that seems to define me?
PS: For more of my coffee adventures, check out my other blog Coffee Shop Daydreams!