Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and now… Thursday. Day Six without coffee.
And I’m ready to break.
I’ve been drinking coffee since I was 18 years old. Before there were trendy coffee shops, my pals and I would hang out at a neighborhood diner and drink coffee at night. We’d catch up, laugh at silly stuff, and enjoy our java the best way we knew how: Black.
All was fine and dandy until now. I’ve had to make this huge change in my life, due to the painful heartburn I’ve had for the last several months.
Rolaids just aren’t doing it for me any longer. I’d pop two of ’em whenever the familiar burning sensation ran from my stomach, up the esophagus and generally making my entire day miserable. Unfortunately, the antacids are no longer working.
Woe is Me
And, so, it goes. It was time to make the switch. The extremely difficult switch of replacing my morning coffee with black tea.
So far, I’ve been good. I did have a sip of iced coffee yesterday morning from the workplace. Surprisingly, it didn’t taste good at all. I threw it out.
Success was mine!
The positive take away is that my heartburn has finally gone away. About 99% of it, believe it or not! I can’t tell you how soothing it is – both mentally and physically – to not have that hot, burning feeling push through my chest multiple times each day. It really does feel good to have relief from the daily pain and uncomfortableness.
It’s Still a Hard Habit to Break
This morning I waited — impatiently— for the tea kettle to come to a boil. Then I still had to wait a good five minutes for the tea to brew and cool down so that I could sip it.
“This is bullsh*t!” I said to no one in particular.
Already I’m seeing the effects of “coffee sobriety” on myself. For example, my husband asked me to proofread an email for him. I impatiently answered, “I know, you asked me like 19 times already!” Honestly, he only asked me about 4 times.
Not very nice of me.
My Morning Commute Was No Better
This morning, I needed a last-minute gift for a departing co-worker. Running into Dunkin’ was the closest and quickest in order for me to grab a gift card. Was I taking a chance going into that delicious shop? Yes, I was. But I figured I’d be quick about it…
“Do you have any gift cards?” I asked the cashier.
“Huh?” was his reply.
“Gift cards!” I responded more boldly than was necessary.
“How much do you want on it?”
“Twenty dollars,” I stated.
“Okay, forty dollars,” said the other cashier.
“Twenty!” I reminded them (my eyes revealing my impatience).
Meanwhile, a lovely young lady was ordering a medium coffee for herself. She looked happy, holding her nice, warm cup of morning joe. It all looked so yummy. And delicious. And coffee-ish.
I frowned at the entire scene. Will I ever make it to this Saturday and make it a full week without my favorite beverage?
With courage and determination, I took my $20 gift card and threw it in my backpack.
With my head held high, I turned on my heel and left the building.
That’ll show ’em!
Thank you for reading – PIZZA FOR BREAKFAST
PIZZA FOR BREAKFAST 