It’s been almost eight months since I gave up caffeine. That’s got to be a record for me, but I don’t see myself going back to it again this time.
It’s really freeing to not be addicted to anything. Caffeine was definitely an addiction for me – I can tell because when people find out I’ve stopped drinking it, they say stuff like, "Wow, and you drank a lot of coffee!"
We won’t even mention the amount of Red Bull I drank.
I know I’m saving a ton of money, too. No longer do I find myself drawn into coffee shops only to walk out $5 poorer. And Red Bull costs at least $2.00 a can, even in cases.
I’m also much happier with the beverages I do drink, particularly because the coffee at my office was terrible.
The most interesting thing about my caffeine cessation is that it turned out I didn’t need it the way it made me think I did. I was convinced that I couldn’t be happy, productive or energetic without a little caffeinated intervention. It turns out that I pop awake in the morning and go about my day just fine with water alone. Best of all, I no longer have that daily headache and energy dip around 2:30 p.m.
I still love the way coffee smells, but I don’t have any urge to drink some. Like an ex-boyfriend whose redeeming qualities were outweighed by his negative ones, caffeine and I just weren’t meant to be together.
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