24Hours without coffee. It’s the greatest hell I could possibly imagine. And I’ve proven that it is the greatest hell. The most horrible day of my life, filled with grumpiness, headaches and continuous depression.
A life without caffeine is not for me. There is nothing better than getting up in the morning, make some strong, hot coffee and then crawl back to bed. Sitting wrapped up between the cozy blankets, filled with warmth and dreams, smelling the fresh morning in the breeze that comes through the open window, and reading, maybe put up some soft music.
There is nothing better than that.
Normally I hate committing. Whether it’s things, places or people, but coffee…I am committed!
I once tried to stop drinking coffee. Reason? I can’t remember, but I bet I had some stupid reason.
It took me a week before I realized I couldn’t do it.
When I first stopped I had in my mind that it would be three days, the headaches, the fatigue, the longing and desire would be gone.
Around day five I started to get worried, I felt sick. Weak and lifeless…first I thought I had Anaemia, then I thought I had a brain tumour… Someone suggested I just drink some coffee. So I did, instantly I was healed.
I haven’t looked back since.
Some people have jobs, others have husbands, houses, tattoos…I have coffee and being a compulsive, moody person.
It’s 1:32 AM now.
I have a night routine, I don’t sleep when its dark, simply cant. I put the lights of around midnight, I lie in bed for about an hour, checking the time every five minutes, I can never fall asleep without knowing the time, when I wake up the next morning I can know exactly how long I slept, then after about an hour of laying in the dark I get up, put the light back on, turn the computer back on and then I write, or read. I’m still obsessed with Michael Robotham, some nights I don’t turn the lights back on, I simply read on my cellphone. I sound like the most bookish bookworm, I’m not. I just happen to read at night…and mornings. During the rest of the day I stay occupied with my studies, gardening and cooking.
This is all actually my “coffee-drinking-routines” fault. It’s that fifth to sixth cup that I drink around 8pm.
This is how it works; I wake up around 8, I drink my first cup. Then I go walk around outside for a little while(wandering), I come home drink a second cup with breakfast.
Around 10 I hit the books, I drink another two while I’m studying. This all before lunch.
Somewhere between 3 and 4PM I drink one somewhere outside in the gardens. Sometimes I drink coffee with lunch. Depends on how much sleep I’ve had in the last few days.
I have my last cup a little while after dinner(around 8Pm).
They say(however I have no idea who “they” are) that one cup of coffee per day is very good, very healthy. It stimulates the brain, practically making you smarter.
But after that it just messes with your kidneys, practically dries the poor things out. So I know that drinking as much coffee as I drink is not very good. In fact, I could be seriously harming myself? So I try to drink allot of water. ALLOT.
First thing in the morning(before coffee) I down about 500ml…trying for 1litre. And then before and after each cup of coffee I drink another glass(and it’s not the only times in the day that I drink water) and then I always end my day with another 500ml before bed.
I’m trying to save my kidneys. Some days it’s hard to keep up, and I’m just not thirsty. But I’ve been putting in a real effort to drink that water regardless.
And Its working. My skin is great, not dry, I have no problems or marks. Nothing. The only inconvenience is the fact that I’m always rushing of to the bathroom to empty my bladder.
Coffee it is.