I’ve been having health issues that have caused me to make some changes in my life. It’s funny how you don’t realize something until it sort of hits you in the face…
My doctor asked me if I drank a lot of caffeine and my immediate response was to say no, but that’s because my morning coffee is such an embedded part of my day, that I completely forget about it as an actual “thing”. I didn’t think I was drinking a ton of it, though – I usually only had two to three cups in the morning and then switched to water by about mid-day. It was only recently that I started making an almost daily run at lunch to the gas station for a diet coke, which probably didn’t help anything. I don’t know, I still don’t think it was a lot.
My body decided it was finished with it, though. I always say I need to listen to my body and what it’s telling me, but I don’t think I ever expected it to upset me so much.
I miss my morning coffee. I think it became such an emotional experience for me – having a cup while I sat down at my computer to write; sharing a cup with my sissy as we talked about life and anything really; just the smell of coffee as it was brewing while I made breakfast for the family. It was a little bright spot of happiness every morning and I pretty much resent not being able to do it now.
Perhaps time will help – it’s only been a few days, after all.
Why is it we create such emotional experiences surrounding food and drink? I don’t even think we realize we are doing it until we are either forced to stop or decide to stop for one reason or another and then wonder why it’s so hard.
Even now, I’m thinking that maybe I can get to a point where I could have just one cup a day… that wouldn’t be so bad, would it?
I imagine this is what anyone says who is addicted to something in their life. Maybe it’s a good thing that I’m letting it go, not just for my health, but because I am so obviously addicted to it.
Happy Monday everyone!