Confessions of a Coffee Addict
Hi, my name is Lynette Fager and I’m a coffee addict. I feel like I should be sitting on a folding chair positioned in a circle amidst others with this same affliction. I didn’t even realize I had a problem until a few weekends ago when I went 72 hours without coffee. I was at a retreat and without access to a coffee pot or Starbucks. If you are a multiple-cups-a-day kind of person (like me), you know this was a challenging.
As hard as it was, however, it was also eye opening. When that withdrawal headache kicked in at hour 18 or so, I chalked it up to the weird weather and lack of sleep. But when it stuck around for hours, not as a full-blown, cranium-splitting headache, but rather as a dull, mind-numbing annoyance, I knew there was more to this headache than I wanted to admit.
I tend to drink coffee like its part of my job (and it was part of my job for years when I was a barista!). I’m one of those individuals who realizes simultaneously that it’s noon and that I have consumed four (or five or six…) cups of coffee already. This, I have deduced, is the problem: I drink it without thinking about it.
Though I’m sure there are worse things to which I could be addicted (crystal meth comes to mind), I don’t care for the idea that a substance can affect me like this. So, I have decided to confront my addiction. I’m not excited about it, but confront it I shall! I will keep better track of my cups of coffee throughout the day and I shall order a grande, not a venti, when I hit up Starbucks for my fix. Will I remove coffee completely from my life? Oh, heck no; it’s far too tasty for that! But will I master the hold that it has on me, yes indeed. It will be a challenge, but I think I’m up to it!
FYI: It’s 10:30 a.m. as I write this and I’m only on cup number two. That’s not a bad start, right?
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