I skipped a bunch of days because I got really busy with… everything. However, what I didn’t skip was my coffee-free living. I have really mixed feelings about my 30 Days Without Coffee. I started to think why I was doing all of this for in the first place. I’m not out to prove that coffee is bad, or this is not some religious fast to show that God is more important in my life than anything. I just want to see how my body will react to not having coffee. I need sleep. I need rest, yet my body does not tell me it’s time to sleep. I get up unusually early in the morning and naturally, by 3pm, I am experiencing life in slow motion because I just want to sleep. So while I’m not out to prove anything, by virtue of living without something I’m used to, I am proving something. But, I will continue because my body is liking sleep.
Well, over the weekend I did get to sleep. Well, Saturday at least. I woke up at 7:30am. It’s been a while since I’ve done that and it felt goooood. Over the weekend I started realizing that at a certain point at night I feel my body pull towards the bed and my pillows. My body actually wants to sleep at the appropriate part of the day. When I get up in the morning, I don’t spring out of bed. It actually takes time for me to get out of bed. I’m not “jumpy” when I wake up.
It’s almost 1am and I am very tired. I had to stay up and finish a reading assignment for seminary. So now, I’m going to bed.
Thanks for reading.
Joe
This is what I had this afternoon – African herbal tea from Starbucks. Total number of herbal teas today – 3. I’m learning that the taste of coffee, first of all, is what I crave. But secondly, I am also drawn to coffee because I crave something hot to drink after a meal or very early in the morning. Tonight, before I went back to church for a meeting, my wife made a delicious dinner. My initial instinct was to chase down the meal with a hot cup of coffee and drink it on the way to the meeting. I caught myself wanting the cup but I stopped myself.
I love coffee. I need to state that clearly and simply before I go on. When I have breakfast with my daughter, I have a cup of coffee. When I have lunch with my daughter, I have a cup of coffee. When I first sit down to work, I have a cup of coffee. I love everything about coffee. I love the way it smells, the way it looks, the way it looks back at me and says, “You need another sip of me. I am delicious.” But, lately, I haven’t been feeling well. I’ve noticed that I’ve been more tired in the afternoon, not sleeping well at night and very jumpy. All that on 3 cups of coffee a day. So, I’m toying around with the idea of not having coffee for a month to see how it makes me feel.



