Believe me when I tell you, I feel guilty not only for taking up coffee as a habit again, but putting a non-moo liquid in it too. (Mizz D works in the dairy industry…shhhhh…but don’t tell anyone). I have nothing against dairy….in fact I am very pro-dairy. I love all manner of things about cows! (And, as one of my suppliers put it, so succinctly: cows are very interesting animals, and tasty too, especially on the BBQ.) At the very least, they are responsible for putting groceries in my fridge and keeping a roof over my head!
What got me off the coffee was that it was giving me uber-painful breasts at that special time of the month. My then-doc told me that caffeine was the cause and I wouldn’t believe her. (Typical addict behaviour: outright denial). Until the month came where I was in so much pain that I was popping Tylenol to get through the day…..at that point I thought: well, what if she’s right? I should at least try giving it up and see. And, of course, she was right.
I switched to tea. Became a TOTAL TEA SNOB, of course. Loose leaf tea blends, infusers, special pots, you name it – I had it. I actually had to pack my own tea when going away on business or vacation because goddess knows, the tea bags provided by the hotel might not be up to snuff – then what would I do? Eventually I decided to give that up too, as I didn’t like the feeling that tea owned me, instead of the other way around. So I’d start my day with a glass of water. And have the occasional cuppa herbal. More so in the winter months, to keep warm.
Now I mix it up. Some days water, some days tea – herbal or green. The occasional black tea. And now coffee again.
This go-round I am drinking it only at work (1 cup…ok…mug per day), and with some kind of whitener in it, moo or otherwise, because I am probably deluding myself that a) this makes it less potent, and b) it won’t stain my teeth as much. I’m drinking it mainly for the mental clarity/alertness it brings me. Boss’s Lil’ Helper.
So here is where I am at, with caffeine. I may have to kick this habit to the curb once again, but for now let’s see where it takes me.
I am a self confessed caffiend.
True enough.
Lebanese, black with sugar by the mug in the morning unless the guy makes me some Big Easy Bold w/brown sugar. Otherwise…. columbian with lots of milk or cream.
I just CAN'T get into soy.
Plays havoc with my thyroid & weight.
Gad you're enjoying your coffee- whatever you doctor it up with!
Lafang