So I am a little late on the new year resolutions but better late than never I suppose. I started working out with some family and friends last week and decided to throw in another test of my self control. As if getting up at 5:30 in the morning isn’t enough to make me cranky, I thought cutting out caffeine would add some “excitement”. Imagine if you will, being shocked out of bed by the alarm at o’ dark thirty. What is the first thing you want? Coffee. Of course on the way to the garage I pass my beloved Keurig as it looks at me longingly. Have you ever broken up with someone without warning only to be punished because you have to see them everyday and lack the balls to confront them? That is me and my Keurig. I dislike confrontation so I keep walking with my head down in shame.
First let’s get the “why” out of the way: I drink way too much caffeine. Ask anyone that sees me on a daily basis. My breakfast is a red bull and I am rarely without a cup of my favorite coffee in hand. Coffee is the only bean that I let cross my lips. It cannot be good to constantly have a mood altering stimulant in me at all times; there is a reason hubs calls me a hummingbird on crack.
Now for the “how”: Not sure what I expected but it wasn’t this. I have not had one headache but oh my god I swear if I sit for more than 10 seconds I will fall asleep and need a cattle prod to wake me. The first few days were easier than the last couple of decades. Saturday we had two birthday parties to attend; one fortunately served beer so I had a moment of peace. The other had lots of sugar so I was able to get my fix by consuming my weight in cake and punch. Yesterday was no fun for anyone at our house.; cranky mommy arrived. I did not realize there were so many places to get coffee in this town. Each one of them taunting me more with their drive through signs and aromas that could be smelled for miles. As I entered the gym today I even noticed they had red bull in the drink fridge! What the hell! I am not good with temptation but kept walking. After all, at this point I am too stubborn to give in.
I am not sure how long I will last. I give myself another hour or so before I head to meet a client and pass a coffee shop. It is true; all the stuff that is bad for us is the stuff we want the most. What is your vice?
When hubs and I first “hooked up” he had a king sized bed. I can’t really call it a bed; he had a king sized mattress on the floor in his bedroom (read: Bachelor Pad). I loved that bed; plenty of room to spread out and get comfy, but you could still meet in the middle when you wanted.
Some of you; ok all of you are probably wondering how I even connected these two professions. Believe me, understanding my thought processes is something hubs struggles with everyday. As they say, “better to keep your mouth shut and be thought a fool than open it and prove it”; I too will not go into detail on my madness.
