Back on the sauce

I tried. I really tried, but I couldn't do it. I gave up coffee for a week and then I went crawling back to it, back to its mellow warmth and life-affirming caffeine. I may not technically be an addict, but I definitely have a habit. Admitting that is half my problem, I hear, but the thing is, I don't think my love of coffee constitutes a "problem."

Why did I give it up? I can't really say. I just thought it would be healthier, somehow, to forgo that morning cup o' joe and the occasional mid-morning refill. It's not like I drink gallons of the stuff every day -- just that one big mug before sunrise and sometimes a small cup of the daily "mild" offering from my local joint. Once in a while I'll have a mocha latte or something of that sort when I'm out with friends in the afternoon. But I didn't feel any better when I wasn't drinking it. While I didn't experience the raging headaches and general crabbiness most folks seem to when they go cold turkey, I also didn't see any improvement in my sleep patterns or acid reflux. Since there doesn't seem to be any benefit to my avoiding coffee, I may as well have my daily cup and enjoy life an eensy bit more.