I quit coffee after finals. It’s so expensive on campus, there isn’t a meal plan for the summer, and I’d kind of like to go without an addiction for three months. So far, it’s been going well. There was a rough week or so after I came home that I craved the taste of a particular flavor, but I didn’t have access to it, so I ignored it pretty well.
Then it started again, out of nowhere. Well, maybe not out of nowhere–lately the guys I work with have been sending out for coffee. So now there are days when I’m surrounded by coffee, and it’s so hard to keep my resolve. I can only remind myself that I have no change on me, but today that barely helped.
See, I’ve been sick since I had mono, and when I’m not sick I’m exhausted. Today was one of the latter days. I haven’t been sleeping well lately because of the heat, and my fan seems to bring on allergy attacks. So today I almost gave in. Almost. The smell nearly made me insane.
I’ll be fine, in the end. Today just reminded me there’s a reason I don’t take money to work: if I spent it all on coffee, I’d have very little left.