Any of you remember when I broke up with coffee?
Why, yes, I have found myself right back in the same place. Because that's what we do. This time around it was due to the cold weather and always wanting a warm beverage in my mug. I looked up last week and realized I was irritable every day. It was harder to do good for me and others. I just didn't feel well.
I may have also noticed I was taking out over half a pot of coffee a day.
Now, just like before, I do not have to have a clean break. I'm all for a booty call. I am allowing myself one cup a day. It's just right. And the rest of the time, I am doing a little heavy petting with hot tea.
The very first day I made that change, I noticed the shift. I felt good. Probably not great, but I felt so much better than I had been that it seemed amazing! My stomach, my anxiety and my general "not crappy" disposition. All were smiling.
Like everything else, I slipped back in to old habits. It happens. It happens to every last one of us. And we could live in fear of such things, like diet and exercise, and become purists arguing against slippery slopes into excessive java or chocolate consumption. Yet, life is rich in moderation. I also find that I don't grow when I'm legalistic in my choices and don't allow some wiggle room for life and play and ... being naughty with my mug. I grow most when I allow myself some choice, and learn my own lines.
This time I was so far past the line, I couldn't even see the line. The line was a DOT to me.
**side note: name that show/character and you have my heart**
February, this year, has been a catalyst for a lot of people to not just push themselves sexually, but to show themselves better care and maintenance. I mean, who wants to be sexy when they are verping stomach acid and twitching out anxiety like it's an accessory?
Not me, that's for sure.
I'm breaking up with coffee again. We are just friends. No longer getting our groove on all day long. It was hard to do, but it was best for me.