I was sitting on a patio eating frozen yogurt on a warm, breezeless Easter Sunday. In between bites of “Grandma Ruby’s Cookies n’ Cream,” I mentioned to my girlfriend that I needed to stop by the grocery to get a few things on the way home.
“What exactly do you need to get?” she asked.
“Eh, a few things. Coffee, oatmeal, eggs, etc.”
“Well isn’t tomorrow…”
“Crap.” I cut her off. I had already forgotten. This isn’t going to be easy.
I’ve been drinking coffee since I was sixteen and can say with some conviction that I’ve hardly gone a day without it since. I’m not just a morning coffee drinker either; I have a cup before I leave the house, another once I get to work, one more in the dead hours of the afternoon and occasionally another before dinner. It’s delicious, calorie-free, and I love it beyond words.
I had never really felt any negative effects of drinking coffee, except for its impact on my wallet, until last week’s challenge. Since I normally go to bed between one and two in the morning, my caffeine blitz usually wears off by bedtime. When I tried to go to bed early in order to wake up at dawn, however, I found myself staring wide-eyed at the ceiling for what seemed like forever. The message was clear: it was time to cut back, and what better way to get started than with the highly anticipated, and much feared, One Week Without Coffee.
Even before the challenge began, I started to notice the benefits. My grocery bill was nothing, since I stopped buying meat, the most expensive single purchase has been 12-cup Keurig pods of coffee. Not this week.
While browsing through the produce aisle, the clouds parted as I spotted the small Starbucks kiosk. What the hell, I might as well have one final cup, I thought.
As soon as I walked away, with coffee in hand, I felt the boiling liquid bubbling out from underneath the seam of the soft plastic lid, searing my knuckles. No matter what I tried, I couldn’t keep it from leaking out, and I lived with this hardship for the duration of the trip. The coffee seemed to know my plans. It was fighting back–punishing me for what I was about to do.
Alas, I refuse to be beaten by an inanimate object. Thus, today begins One Week Without Coffee. For one week, I’ll try not to become a lifeless, withdrawn zombie while living without my miracle elixir. Though I’ll try to avoid replacing coffee directly with any vice, the kind folks over at Cognitea sent me over a few bags of their tea which I highly recommend. In times of trouble, I’ll turn to tea to comfort me, and I’ll gladly pocket the two dollars I would have spent on a cup of moderately satisfying coffee.
As always, I’ll post a midweek update and a wrapup here on OWW, and will cover the day-to-day on twitter (@scottmarquart).
may we all get better together.
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