I am doing something horrendous.
Something I can barely stand to even think about, let alone actually do.
Something the doctor has been telling me to do for months.
Something that's supposedly for my own good.
What am I doing, you ask?
I am switching to decaf.
That's right. I am as caffeine-addicted as they come and it's well past the point of being remotely healthy (if you need proof of my addiction, just check out this post from back in April).
When I really think about it, kicking the coffee habit makes sense. Coffee has way too much control over me. If I miss a cup in the morning, my day is screwed. And if somebody drinks my coffee, I tend to involuntarily go ballistic (my old roommate learned this the hard way). I don't need to let it have that kind of control over me.
Of course, I'm not hardcore enough to go cold turkey. I got some decaf coffee and plan to mix it in with the regular coffee. I'm still living with my parents this month and my mom is doing this with me for moral support. We started yesterday and got the ratio of decaf to regular a little too intense for day one.
In other words, I spent the entire day feeling like this:
We didn't put as much decaf in the mix today but I'm still feeling it a little bit. Maybe it's psychological.
Grrr. I will beat this thing. I will beat this thing, even if it kills me!