I owe you all an apology. For the last few days, I’ve been very self-absorbed. I’ve been thinking mostly about myself, doing stuff, etc. What I failed to do was keep you up to speed on my levels of fatigue and my coffee consumption.
I’m sure for days now you’ve been beside yourselves, wondering how I’ve been. Perhaps you have shaken a fist at the heavens exclaiming, “Why? Why? WHY hasn’t she updated us???” Maybe you gazed forlornly at the moon, hummed a few bars of Somewhere Out There and wiped a salty tear from your cheek.
I get it, and I’m sorry. I really am. Please let me attempt to make amends.
I’m still very tired. I had the crazy notion today that I should probably cut back on my caffeine since I now chase nearly every sip of coffee with an antacid. My pulse was racing in my eyeballs last night and sometimes, not often but sometimes, I feel the need to jump up around my kitchen. Then there’s my chronic inability to sleep which I am now claiming as the sole reason I am so fat (it has nothing to do with all the pizzas, I promise).
Today, in my effort to cut back on the coffee, I drank water. I mean, honestly. Water? Ugh. But I did it. The result was that I cut my coffee by one third, from 48 ounces to 32. It got so bad around 6:30pm that I had to drink a Capri Sun juice pouch with vegetables in it to stop myself from falling over. This will not stand. Obviously.
Tomorrow I think I’m going to need 64 ounces to even things out. I’ll let you know how it goes. Maybe I won’t though. You really can’t trust me when I say I’ll do something under the influence of water and juice pouches.
This is NaBloPoMo Day 19. You can read many others here.
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Quitting coffee is so brutal. Seriously. Hang in there. Keep those juice pouches handy.
I’m a mom, there’s always portable juice handy!
I don’t know if I will ever be desperate enough for juice pouches. Good luck!
If we had any decent candy, I probably would have opted for that. I just needed some sugar!
If I don’t have enough coffee during the day, I transform into a harpy. It is not a pretty sight.
Thanks for updating us, btw. 😉
I know you were all biting your nails wondering about me 🙂
The worst part is that my tolerance is so high that I find myself drinking more and more. If I could keep it at a reasonable level it wouldn’t be so bad. Then again, I’m not a reasonable woman.
I totally get you. I’ve reduced my caffeine to just 1 cup of coffee on the way to work, and it’s been rough. No apology necessary.
My one 16 ounce coffee just gets the kid off to school and me to my desk. The next one helps me actually work. The third prevents a midday spontaneous nap. I wish I didn’t NEED it, but getting through the withdrawal might just kill me.
At the risk of alienating fellow bloggers, I have to say that I *hate* coffee! Really can’t stand the taste. That being said, tea is my saviour. I’m an annoyed bear in the morning till I’ve had my cuppa!
My first love was tea. Many, many cups of tea. Many 🙂 I would abuse the caffeine in tea just as much as I do coffee. The first thing I do ever day is make coffee. I simply can’t function without.
Haha! You really did blog about the juice box. I love you!
Hey, I know a good idea when I hear one!