Cold Turkey
I am quitting coffee. And alcohol. For maybe a (very short) limited time. So maybe I should say I am just detoxing? We'll see.
Coffee has been my constant companion for years now. I drank my first weak, milky cup when I was about eight years old. I took a coffee maker with me when I left for college, and between classes I would feed quarters into a horrifying hospital-style "coffee" dispensing machine in the Arts and Sciences lounge. I worked evenings in a university lab, and my co workers and I would keep a pot going. I loved loading my drip coffee with powdered Cremora and spoons of white sugar.
When I moved to Arizona, it was the very beginning of the espresso drink craze, and I latched onto that trend like it was a religion. My best friend worked at one of the trendy little "Latte Shack" drive-thrus, and I would sit in there with her and make myself off-menu coffee concoctions. When I started grad school, I found myself a sweet barista job at a local independent coffee shop.
About halfway through grad school, I got burnt out on all the milk and sugar, and started French pressing myself massive cups of black stuff. I took a vacuum flask to classes, latched to my bike with a bungee cord, so I could stay amped all day.
When work took me to end-of-the-road towns in the mountains of Utah or southern Montana or rough towns in Wyoming, I always packed an espresso machine to set up in the hotel bathroom. I remember a seemingly endless winter project in Laramie, Wyoming that was tolerable only because -- as a college town -- Laramie had a 24-hour Starbucks where I could get my fix before work started at 5:00 am.
When I started law school, I again wanted a mindless evening job to keep me latched to reality and earning some cash. So I got another barista position, this time at a fancy (and insanely busy) Belgian coffee shop in SoHo. I have no idea how many espressos I drank during a typical shift, but I'm willing to bet it was enough to permanently affect my health.
I have had entire relationships based around "getting coffee." I met my husband in a coffee shop, for crying out loud. In fact, I have all these amusing life memories that wouldn't have happened without coffee. Like...I was backpacking alone in central Arizona one time, and I had packed a baggie of instant coffee premixed with sugar. Some deer ate it while I was distracted, and I was so crushed I almost hiked back out and went home. I had a huge fight one time when a man I was dating couldn't understand why I needed coffee and refused to keep it in his apartment. I know these little experiences seem like charming anecdotes from my life, but they really start to take on the qualities of an addict's Rock Bottom, especially considering:
1) Coffee causes muscular tension, and can slow healing of soft tissue injuries. Recent injury aside, I have a LOT of muscular tension in my body. I'd like to something more about this than just foam rolling and distracting myself.
2) It doesn't take a genius with a PubMed login to realize coffee disrupts sleep. How much? I'm willing to find out. I have major sleep issues...so much so that I have lain awake at night calculating how many nights are left in my life (given an average life span, probably about 16,500 ugh). So much so that even having a newborn was not a major shock, because I was already awake through the night. I take a prescription for sleep, but I need to get this sorted.
3) Coffee dehydrates. I already drink a freakish amount of water, like a gallon or more a day. It was at its worst when I was running outdoors during an Alabama summer and breastfeeding my son. I couldn't drink enough. Even now, I feel dehydrated a lot of the time, especially after my morning coffee. I find myself chugging extra water at night, which keeps me up, which...see Number 2.
4) As I was riding the Vomit Strugglebus this weekend, I couldn't even stomach the smell of coffee. That right there gave me a two-day head start on this little project. And if the mere thought of something can nauseate you, how great could it be to consume in quantity, huh?
5) Coffee is expensive. Which, okay. We make ours at home, and buy in bulk, but it still makes up a good portion of our weekly grocery budget. It's not something I'm terribly concerned with, but who doesn't like to save money?
So, we'll see if this little coffee break helps me, or gives me new perspective. In general, I only drink one or two cups each morning. On rare occasions, I'll have another in the afternoon. That doesn't really seem like a lot, given my history of overcaffeination. But, I already have noticed withdrawal symptoms and other weirdness. The first night trying to sleep, I felt like I was crawling out of my skin (Googled and this is common, WTH?). The mornings have been a complete fog. Day three was by far the worst.
So maybe I'm past the worst bit? I plan to do this until Saturday morning, seven days, and then see how I'm feeling. Alcohol too, because why not (although cutting out a nightly glass of wine probably won't do anything for anything except maybe dehydration). I'll report back.
Coffee has been my constant companion for years now. I drank my first weak, milky cup when I was about eight years old. I took a coffee maker with me when I left for college, and between classes I would feed quarters into a horrifying hospital-style "coffee" dispensing machine in the Arts and Sciences lounge. I worked evenings in a university lab, and my co workers and I would keep a pot going. I loved loading my drip coffee with powdered Cremora and spoons of white sugar.
When I moved to Arizona, it was the very beginning of the espresso drink craze, and I latched onto that trend like it was a religion. My best friend worked at one of the trendy little "Latte Shack" drive-thrus, and I would sit in there with her and make myself off-menu coffee concoctions. When I started grad school, I found myself a sweet barista job at a local independent coffee shop.
About halfway through grad school, I got burnt out on all the milk and sugar, and started French pressing myself massive cups of black stuff. I took a vacuum flask to classes, latched to my bike with a bungee cord, so I could stay amped all day.
When work took me to end-of-the-road towns in the mountains of Utah or southern Montana or rough towns in Wyoming, I always packed an espresso machine to set up in the hotel bathroom. I remember a seemingly endless winter project in Laramie, Wyoming that was tolerable only because -- as a college town -- Laramie had a 24-hour Starbucks where I could get my fix before work started at 5:00 am.
When I started law school, I again wanted a mindless evening job to keep me latched to reality and earning some cash. So I got another barista position, this time at a fancy (and insanely busy) Belgian coffee shop in SoHo. I have no idea how many espressos I drank during a typical shift, but I'm willing to bet it was enough to permanently affect my health.
I have had entire relationships based around "getting coffee." I met my husband in a coffee shop, for crying out loud. In fact, I have all these amusing life memories that wouldn't have happened without coffee. Like...I was backpacking alone in central Arizona one time, and I had packed a baggie of instant coffee premixed with sugar. Some deer ate it while I was distracted, and I was so crushed I almost hiked back out and went home. I had a huge fight one time when a man I was dating couldn't understand why I needed coffee and refused to keep it in his apartment. I know these little experiences seem like charming anecdotes from my life, but they really start to take on the qualities of an addict's Rock Bottom, especially considering:
1) Coffee causes muscular tension, and can slow healing of soft tissue injuries. Recent injury aside, I have a LOT of muscular tension in my body. I'd like to something more about this than just foam rolling and distracting myself.
2) It doesn't take a genius with a PubMed login to realize coffee disrupts sleep. How much? I'm willing to find out. I have major sleep issues...so much so that I have lain awake at night calculating how many nights are left in my life (given an average life span, probably about 16,500 ugh). So much so that even having a newborn was not a major shock, because I was already awake through the night. I take a prescription for sleep, but I need to get this sorted.
3) Coffee dehydrates. I already drink a freakish amount of water, like a gallon or more a day. It was at its worst when I was running outdoors during an Alabama summer and breastfeeding my son. I couldn't drink enough. Even now, I feel dehydrated a lot of the time, especially after my morning coffee. I find myself chugging extra water at night, which keeps me up, which...see Number 2.
4) As I was riding the Vomit Strugglebus this weekend, I couldn't even stomach the smell of coffee. That right there gave me a two-day head start on this little project. And if the mere thought of something can nauseate you, how great could it be to consume in quantity, huh?
5) Coffee is expensive. Which, okay. We make ours at home, and buy in bulk, but it still makes up a good portion of our weekly grocery budget. It's not something I'm terribly concerned with, but who doesn't like to save money?
So, we'll see if this little coffee break helps me, or gives me new perspective. In general, I only drink one or two cups each morning. On rare occasions, I'll have another in the afternoon. That doesn't really seem like a lot, given my history of overcaffeination. But, I already have noticed withdrawal symptoms and other weirdness. The first night trying to sleep, I felt like I was crawling out of my skin (Googled and this is common, WTH?). The mornings have been a complete fog. Day three was by far the worst.
So maybe I'm past the worst bit? I plan to do this until Saturday morning, seven days, and then see how I'm feeling. Alcohol too, because why not (although cutting out a nightly glass of wine probably won't do anything for anything except maybe dehydration). I'll report back.
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