My cup of happiness became an addiction, yes, an addiction. The day I realized that I was a coffee addict was a couple of years ago while in Africa. We were driving our jeep through Savuti watching elephants, hyenas, zebras and all those wild animals of Botswana, and I had a headache, a headache that I could not shake off. I took two Tylenol extra strength and still the heaviness in my brain persisted. I thought for sure that Malaria was my plight and death was calling. On our return to Maun, we stopped for a coffee and lord and behold my headache vanished, just like that. Poof! The realization dawned on me; I am a coffee addict, and without coffee, I am not happy. Although, I admitted to my addiction, I refused to deny myself of my cup of happiness.
I recently decided to tackle my addiction and remove coffee from my diet. There were a few bad days where I had a headache and lived in a fog, but I perceived and came through the other side. The benefits have been worth it.
1. Sleep: I have been sleeping like a baby.
2. Relaxed: I have been feeling more relaxed, less irritable, and a low-lying anxious feeling has left me.
3. Appetite: I have been satisfied with the foods that I eat and not craving foods in the afternoon.
Those benefits are worth a day without coffee. I have replaced my cup a Jo with hot ginger tea, green tea and will soon get the fixings for my friend's recommendation of dandelion, chicory root and cinnamon stick tea. Apparently it's bitter and a good liver detoxifier.
I have also let go of gluten, but that is another story!!!