"When are you going for a walk?" King O was already bugging me (rofl getting the eyeroll for typing that). I was out of town for the week, so unable to go to the gym. He kept insisting I at least go for walks in the morning.
I groaned. "I'm not awake yet. Can't I even drink my coffee in peace?"
"That's part of your problem. Why are you drinking that? You can't function in the morning at all. Your energy is terrible. I think you should give up coffee."
"What??? Nooooooo."
"You're addicted to it. You wake up in a fog, drink some coffee and it does nothing. Your energy is still terrible even after you drink it."
"But, I love coffee..." The first sip of a really good cup of coffee is soooo good. I held my cup a little tighter.
"Addicted."
"No!"
"Then give it up. Oh wait, you can't. You're addicted to it."
"I know what you're trying to do and it's not going to work," I growled.
"It's ok, I know you can't do it."
Damn it. "Yes I can, I just don't want to."
"I don't believe you. Prove it."
I gritted my teeth. I knew exactly what he was doing. And it was working... because I can't turn down a challenge -_-;
"Fine. I'll give up coffee."
The following morning I stumbled into the kitchen, the delicious smell of coffee already filled the air. I went to the cabinet to grab a cup.
"What happened to giving up coffee?"
Ah, I forgot. "I'm not awake yet. Habit... I'll make some tea instead. Or am I not allowed to have tea either?"
"Tea is fine."
"Fine."
I made tea and drank that. I felt like crap. Withdrawal sucks lol
Later on, in the afternoon... I had been running errands all morning with my mom and we were both pretty tired. She suggested we grab some coffee.
That sounds like a great idea! Oh wait, no. I gave up coffee... ugh. I declined.
The next few days dragged on. I was cranky and felt awful. I didn't drink any coffee though. If I even thought about it for a second I was immediately reminded.
After almost a week, I returned home. A day or 2 later my husband returned as well. The first thing he did the next morning was start making coffee. He asked how much I thought I would drink and I told him none. I gave up coffee. He thought I was joking but I insisted I wasn't. He proceeded to make coffee only for himself.
Torture! My husband used to be a barista and we have the most amazing coffee/espresso machine so the smell was intoxicating. But I said I wouldn't drink it and once I commit to something that's it. Nothing will stop me.
Days turned into weeks and it got easier. I woke up in the mornings with no trouble. I had more and more energy. My head was completely clear.
This morning I jumped right out of bed and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Woke my husband to go to the gym then started getting ready to go. He groaned and refused to move. I had to try and wake him at least 5 times. Finally he got up in a daze, dragging himself around the house to get ready.
I was waiting by the front door, practically bouncing off the walls. I couldn't wait to go to the gym. I watched him putting his shoes on, grumbling the entire time with his eyes half-closed.
"Who does that remind you of?" King O asked.
"Huh?"
"That was you 4 weeks ago."
I thought about it. He was right. The difference in my energy levels in the morning is nothing short of amazing. I no longer have trouble getting up and I'm way happier.
"Still want to drink coffee?"
"No, I think I'm good."
"And?"
"I'm much better off without it. You were right."
Oh how he loves when I say that
