Thursday, April 9, 2009

My addiction has a first name. It's C-O-F-F-E-E.

Oh lord have mercy on me. Who's bright idea was it to kick all my vices at once?

I'm working on the procrastination thing. (Eventually. Haha. Get it?) I try to stay on top of my bills. I'm working on organizing my house one room at a time. And coffee. Oh coffee.

Espresso is a brown-eyed devil. A delicious, torturous brown-eyed devil topped with foamy milk goodness. (Complete with 2 splenda and a dash of cinnamon.) Damn! Damn! Damn!

Folks at work seem to think I'm nuts. What's wrong with a non-fat cap? I'll tell you what's wrong. It's my inability to control it, sister! After number four yesterday (Yes, four. And that was by 2 p.m.), my eyes were stretched from side to side and I blinked twice in three hours. I had more thoughts than I knew what to do with and my heart pounded like I went 12 rounds with George Foreman. (The boxer, not the grill. Though that sounds like fun, too.)

So here it is, day one on the caffeine detox and life's a bitch. Seriously. My head is pounding. My nose seems to pick up every coffee product in a three-mile radius and I'm crabby. And tired.

Like cigarette smokers, I associate coffee with so many of my favorite things and so many of the things I want to do. Early morning coffee with P before heading to work. A to-go cup and nifty sleevey thing of cappucino during the morning staff meeting. (I feel so grown up!)

A cup of coffee during a late-night writing jaunt (Well, if I ever bothered with a late-night writing jaunt. Just sayin'). A cup of coffee with brunch on Sunday (orange juice is no substitute, either. Don't even try it).

Am I the only one trying to give up a sweet-smelling addiction? Feels so lonely out here. :)


  1. Lady, you have no idea. Well, that's a lie, but I really empathise.

    Last October, I went on a full-on, insane detox. No meat, no dairy, no wheat, no alcohol, and NO caffeine. The first week was hell. No, it was Hell.

    Well, I'm still pretty much off it. I drink lots of tea though. Strong, milky Earl Grey. Not sure it's soo much better, but the twitches and the psychobabble aren't so much a feature in my mid-morning dealings with the boss.

    Hang in there, kiddo. Maybe a skimmed frappacino won't be such a bad thing in a month or two.

  2. Okay, call me slow, but I just discovered your blog. When you mentioned blog, I assumed you meant your MySpace and you didn't bother to correct me!
    It's now bookmarked. But I'm catching up on all I've apparently been missing here.
    And I couldn't remember if I'd told you that I quit smoking. I DID! FOR REAL! I quit on November 10, 2007 and was really successful for 8 whole months. I had a relapse last summer for a while, but I'm totally back on track. I haven't had a cigarette in ages and I feel millions of times bettah...not only physically, but mentally (simply for the fact that I proved to myself that it can be done and I'm not a wuss destined to live a life of crackly voice, wrinkly skin and black lungs that will give out way before their time).
    Now I want a blog. See what you're doing?