32 years.
More than three decades.
I made it that far without drinking coffee on a regular basis. I don't even really like it that much. But my ridiculous work hours and stress coupled with the fact that there is a big, fat Starbucks situated in the lobby of my building has me with a grande macchiato habit that needs to be broken.
Caffeine in this form makes me feel like a crack addict for the first few hours after I drink it. My eyes start to feel shifty. I talk really fast. My skin feels weird...and I put enough sugar in this devil's drink to send the trainers of the Biggest Loser to my house with a camera and a straight jacket. I have been drinking it every day for the past few months and this weekend I made a special trip while driving around suburbia.
I am staring at the empty coffee cup right this very second wondering if I should make a proclamation here on this, my very first blog.
Do I shout from the www dot rooftops that I will stop drinking this addictive drink.
A drink that I didn't need for over 30 years.
Screw that. I got bigger fish to fry.
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