I never believed in fasting. That whole issue of taking off an arbitrary day from food for some arbitrary reason felt rather arbitrary.
I noticed, though, that I was having trouble sleeping.
No, that's not good.
So Why Not Cut Back on Caffeine? Easier said than done.
I looked through the refrigerator and finished up all the "regular" sodas, drank my fill of that Iced Tea that I made up, and considered cutting out chocolate.
Nope. Not Gonna Do It.
Then I stopped making everything. No Iced Tea. No Coffee. No Espresso.
The next morning I felt it. The whole day I went through caffeine withdrawal. Not a happy place, really, it felt like I had a cold for some reason. I guess coffee has a nasal dilator in it, I just don't know. Miserable the entire day like someone just dampened everything.
Take Two Aleve and call me in the morning. Now "Buck Up" and Deal.
Deal I did. I knew what was going on. It was the Great Coffee-Out of 2014.
This was a lot for me. I truly enjoy coffee. I enjoy the ritual of making it. The scents of the kitchen after you grind the fresh beans, pour the hot water into the grounds, stir it with sweetener and some cream.
Yes, I generally use those pink packets since they dissolve more fully.
Yes, I generally use creamer powder but I do keep real honest to goodness cream on hand. That actually tastes too heavy to me but your mileage may vary.
I'm that guy who got tired of "bitter commercial coffee house mass market coffee" that tasted like battery acid or was over roasted, or whatever negative connotations you can possibly come up with in your first-world-problems mindset.
... and I learned how to roast my own beans. It really is easier than it sounds, gives an amazing "product" and can be markedly cheaper than even the worst rot-gut you can get in the supermarket. I paid $2 a pound for beans once which worked out to about $2.66 a pound after roasting.
Home roasted beans that had a complexity I can only describe as hearing a CD the first time after only ever listening to an AM radio station that is about 50 miles away.
Hear that static crash? Is it going to rain or is it just Starbucks with their crappy over-roasted "Burnt Beans".
Don't judge me, I didn't make that term up!
So the morning I write this I broke down. It was a week, I wasn't trying to prove anything. I wanted coffee.
I ground up 27 grams of beans, boiled the water, and poured it over the espresso grind coffee grounds for four solid minutes. Stir in two packets of Sweet N Low and two teaspoons measured of creamer. When time hit, I shocked it with four ice cubes to give me 20 ounces of savory, steamy, rich, complex coffee.
Great. Take a Sip and... OH HOLY CRAP!
What happened was my taste buds reset, and my body no longer craved the caffeine. Now, addiction to a substance is partially or even mostly psychological. I'm possibly having the coffee buzz because I *think* I should, but I am thinking of maybe having a run. You know, a run from my house in Wilton Manors, two miles North of Downtown Fort Lauderdale ... to Key West.
Heck that's only 190 miles away! YEAH! Lets do it! WOO! GO TEAM!
Well maybe not quite that much. I only had a few sips. But WOW.
The flavor that was rich and complex before from the same batch I roasted now tastes intense. I'd say the difference between a strong coffee and an espresso.
I'm feeling the coffee. A little twitchy perhaps. But you went through that too last time you had your first cup of coffee, you just don't remember it.
True to form, my heart rate jumped to 100BPM where when I write, it's usually around mid 70s.
Interesting stuff. No matter what, I think I'll have a productive day. At least the morning. No second cup. This tankard thing is a French Press that I drink from since it's also a double walled beer stein sized mug.
(sip) Wonderful. Come to Papa.
We're going to have a great morning. How about you?
Next time I get a deal though, I'll consider making my own blend of part decaf. That's how I usually drink it anyway, I just ran out of the decaf beans.
Yeah, that's the story. I ran out...