I knew better, but did it anyway....
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osodecanelaMy husband loves coffee. Can drink it all day long. He often wants it after dinner. Once upon a time, I could too, but that ship sailed long ago.
He did a run up to the Lake house with a load of stuff to put into the garage, while I worked here, sorting, jettisoning & packing & returned wanting sex and food, in that order.
Later, after supper I asked if he wanted dessert, he gave me a lascivious look and raising his left eyebrow said he needed some more time to recharge. "Who needs to recharge for ice cream?", I asked with mock innocence.
I was back 5 minutes later, two ramekins of organic vanilla topped with a couple of tablespoons of granola, and freshly brewed coffee- a cup for each of us. I was decadent & had added a shot of chocolate whipped cream to mine. That was at 8:45.
It's now 2:45 AM, he's been fast asleep for hours & I'm staring at the ceiling.
An hour ago, I padded out to the kitchen and did b'fast prep for the morning, after washing the supper dishes. I figured if I was awake, I might as well get something done. These days I generally have a microwaved frittata for breakfast. Onion, mushrooms, & whatever veggies I have in the house, plus a chicken sausage get a rough chop, shaken in a plastic container like a mixed drink in a cocktail shaker and poured into an oiled soup mug. Two beaten eggs and 4.5 minutes later it's done. Tomorrow all I have to do is beat the eggs. Water's in the kettle, tea bag laid out next to my mug.
Time to shut the light. It's 3.
He did a run up to the Lake house with a load of stuff to put into the garage, while I worked here, sorting, jettisoning & packing & returned wanting sex and food, in that order.
Later, after supper I asked if he wanted dessert, he gave me a lascivious look and raising his left eyebrow said he needed some more time to recharge. "Who needs to recharge for ice cream?", I asked with mock innocence.
I was back 5 minutes later, two ramekins of organic vanilla topped with a couple of tablespoons of granola, and freshly brewed coffee- a cup for each of us. I was decadent & had added a shot of chocolate whipped cream to mine. That was at 8:45.
It's now 2:45 AM, he's been fast asleep for hours & I'm staring at the ceiling.
An hour ago, I padded out to the kitchen and did b'fast prep for the morning, after washing the supper dishes. I figured if I was awake, I might as well get something done. These days I generally have a microwaved frittata for breakfast. Onion, mushrooms, & whatever veggies I have in the house, plus a chicken sausage get a rough chop, shaken in a plastic container like a mixed drink in a cocktail shaker and poured into an oiled soup mug. Two beaten eggs and 4.5 minutes later it's done. Tomorrow all I have to do is beat the eggs. Water's in the kettle, tea bag laid out next to my mug.
Time to shut the light. It's 3.
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Date: 2016-10-26 08:51 pm (UTC)I quit caffeine. Took me something like 13 years of trying and quitting and relapsing, but I finally did. I was utterly dependent on a big, strong, sweet coffee in the morning to do anything at all. No coffee, no function. But it was bad for me in multiple ways: didn't agree with my gut, and I thought the large quantity of antacids I gobbled precipitated my first kidney stone @27. Turns out I was wrong about that last point -- if anything, they might've forestalled it -- but I didn't know that til after my 4th kidney stone when they finally sent me to a specialist dietician who splained how it actually worked with calcium and oxalates and whatnot.
Every time I quit (and more so once I finally really actually uppercase-Q Quit for reals) not only was my gut way happier with me, but I also no longer hit the energy wall in mid-afternoon, my alertness and energy got much less variable through the day, and it got MUCH, MUCH easier to wake up in the morning. It hadn't occurred to me that the caffeine dependence was quite so directly causing the Morgenschmerz -- sort of like the only thing a cigarette does is make the smoker want another one (according to theory that makes sense to me; I gave tobacco the ol' college try a few times and I'm glad it never gained any traction with me).
I'm now to the point where the world doesn't end if I will have a small(!) scoop of coffee ice cream on occasion(!). And I'm past the point where drinking a coffee will drag me immediately back into the habit -- but if I do it, I'll sure as hell pay for it the next morning. And if I do it any time after the morning, I lose my sleep privileges for that night.
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Date: 2016-10-29 04:43 pm (UTC)