Confession the First: I'm Okay
I still sort of miss coffee, but I'm physically fine. As a result, I realize now that I was very much addicted to the stuff and had been suffering actual withdrawal symptoms. I convinced myself that the distraction, exhaustion, and crankiness came from a place of psychological desire, but I started to feel the physical side-effects melt away before my mental craving for coffee was totally gone.
At this point, I'm able to wake up on time (I've actually been at work closer to 9am in the last three work days than I have in month leading up to this 2weeker). I don't miss my morning cup anymore. I'm not sure what to do with myself on this blog if I can no longer complain about this. The only bad thing is that I've still been eating and snacking much more than I should be. I'm buying a new pair of running shoes this weekend, so hopefully that will solve part of the problem.*
Given all this, it's kind of a shame that I will immediately pour myself a cup of coffee when I get to work next Monday.
* The old ones are worn out. Did I mention I ran a ten-miler?
Confession the Second: I Might Be a Teetoller at Heart
This weekend, I went to a reunion of a club I was in during undergrad, knowing full-well that I would spend the entire day declining traditional alcoholic beverage after traditional alcoholic beverage. Prog punch, Mory's Cups...how was I to resist?
In truth, I enjoy having a drink or two to grease the wheels of social interaction, but I've never enjoyed drinking in excess. I hate feeling gross in the morning, and I'm not a fan of acting like a different person (whether that person is better or worse). What I missed most about the weekend wasn't the alcohol, but the first drink.
It's a comaraderie + relaxation thing that I'm longing for when I think of alcohol, and I realize I don't need all that much of it. It was kind of nice to have a sort-of socially legitimate reason to opt-out of large-scale alcohol consumption.
Anyway, one of the Progs was nice enough to get me a gallon of water. It's not like anyone can see INSIDE those blue cups, anyway.
Confession the Third: I'm Already Stocking Up for Next Week
On our way back from New Haven, one of the passengers ("J" - in the picture) led me and the driver ("C") to some storage facility where dozens and dozens of surplus, unopened Odwalla juices are thrown away. Until trash pickup, they are left outside for the taking, most still cold.
I realize this is kind of gross, but I haven't had juice in SEVEN DAYS!! I'm desperate for anything.
C and I walked away with 11 bottles of Mango Tango between us. J, who was less picky about little details like expiration dates had a larger haul with greater juice variety.
In any case, the Mango Tangos don't expire until May, which will give me time to: a) finish this 2weeker; and b) see if my friend C suffers horrific side effects after she drinks hers.
I still sort of miss coffee, but I'm physically fine. As a result, I realize now that I was very much addicted to the stuff and had been suffering actual withdrawal symptoms. I convinced myself that the distraction, exhaustion, and crankiness came from a place of psychological desire, but I started to feel the physical side-effects melt away before my mental craving for coffee was totally gone.
At this point, I'm able to wake up on time (I've actually been at work closer to 9am in the last three work days than I have in month leading up to this 2weeker). I don't miss my morning cup anymore. I'm not sure what to do with myself on this blog if I can no longer complain about this. The only bad thing is that I've still been eating and snacking much more than I should be. I'm buying a new pair of running shoes this weekend, so hopefully that will solve part of the problem.*
Given all this, it's kind of a shame that I will immediately pour myself a cup of coffee when I get to work next Monday.
* The old ones are worn out. Did I mention I ran a ten-miler?
Confession the Second: I Might Be a Teetoller at Heart
This weekend, I went to a reunion of a club I was in during undergrad, knowing full-well that I would spend the entire day declining traditional alcoholic beverage after traditional alcoholic beverage. Prog punch, Mory's Cups...how was I to resist?In truth, I enjoy having a drink or two to grease the wheels of social interaction, but I've never enjoyed drinking in excess. I hate feeling gross in the morning, and I'm not a fan of acting like a different person (whether that person is better or worse). What I missed most about the weekend wasn't the alcohol, but the first drink.
It's a comaraderie + relaxation thing that I'm longing for when I think of alcohol, and I realize I don't need all that much of it. It was kind of nice to have a sort-of socially legitimate reason to opt-out of large-scale alcohol consumption.
Anyway, one of the Progs was nice enough to get me a gallon of water. It's not like anyone can see INSIDE those blue cups, anyway.
Confession the Third: I'm Already Stocking Up for Next WeekOn our way back from New Haven, one of the passengers ("J" - in the picture) led me and the driver ("C") to some storage facility where dozens and dozens of surplus, unopened Odwalla juices are thrown away. Until trash pickup, they are left outside for the taking, most still cold.
I realize this is kind of gross, but I haven't had juice in SEVEN DAYS!! I'm desperate for anything.
C and I walked away with 11 bottles of Mango Tango between us. J, who was less picky about little details like expiration dates had a larger haul with greater juice variety.
In any case, the Mango Tangos don't expire until May, which will give me time to: a) finish this 2weeker; and b) see if my friend C suffers horrific side effects after she drinks hers.
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