In january, as a new year resolution, I gave up caffeine. As a coffee freak, it was a tough move. There was no reason for me to give up caffiene at all. I just wanted to see if I could. Turns out I could!!
Then last week I got to thinking what would happen if I had a coffee? What effect would it have on me? I walked into my local Costa and ordered a Cinnamon latte. The sips I took were heavenly. It was a welcome return for my old friend. Later that night or rather early the next morning at 2am when I was still wide awake it wasn’t so much my friend. I said to myself I would ditch it as the experiment was done. I knew the effect it had on me and so we could all skip off into the sunset full of knowledge. However……. I kind of, in a funny kind of way, do not want to give it up again. I’m finding i’m loving the effect, I’ve missed it! I’m in that bizarre position where I want to stop but the more I try, the more I find myself halfway through an expresso. It’s laughable. To do so well and then to cheat on my decaf with a fully loaded coffee is pretty much down right stupid. But it’s hurting no-one I guess, I’m enjoying it, life’s too short etc (feel free to add in similar lines here) Will I manage it? Will I man up and stop again? Will I? Will I? Will I? I can’t say right now. But I did do so well, hopefully I will shame myself into it. If you have any tips, maybe we could go for a coffee to mull them over……. 😉