Quitting coffee (for a second time)
Last year, I tried quitting coffee cold turkey. It sucked.
It led to two of the most miserable days of my life. I had to cancel my calls the second day because my head hurt so bad. It felt like the life had been sucked out of me.
I figured, I only drink a small cup each morning. Nothing crazy. Apparently, that’s all it takes to spark a caffeine addiction.
To be fair, I’d rather have a caffeine addiction than need something like booze or cocaine to get me going in the morning. But it pisses me off that I “need” any substance to function.
People laugh about it like it’s a good thing.
“Don’t talk to me before I’ve had my coffee.” “I need my coffee.” “I’m not a human without my coffee.”
We’re basically okay with being a slave to a chemical. What if we were to say, “Don’t talk to me at night until I’ve had my evening beer.”
I’m not shaming any addicts or people with prescriptions. It’s just strange to me that we have a culture where the norm is to physically require a powerful chemical—which caffeine is.
If this sounds harsh, keep in mind: I’m talking to myself here.
So today I started the weaning process. I used 50% less ground coffee and less water. This morning’s cup was weaker and smaller. I’ll continue chipping away at this until I run out of filters. Then I’ll switch to black tea.
The end goal: Only drink water and a few supplements in the morning. Coffee will only be a treat on vacation.
I’ll keep you all updated. If this blog suddenly stops, I probably went into caffeine withdrawal.