My weakness prevails!

After 4 solid weeks of slaving on four 40-page documents (containing far too much use of my sub par math skills), I caved! I gave in to the divinely aromatic and jitteringly powerful daily temptation that I'd been staving off for the previous 5 months....coffee!

It was a record-breaking stint of caffeine avoidance. I've written about this before, but here's a brief recap. The morning drip was a hurried routine that was more about habit than flavor. So I quit. I was tired of relying on the cheap buzz. And after about a week, I didn't even miss it. It had become easy to carry on my daily routine without the morning cup. So easy, in fact, that drinking an occasional cup of french press in the afternoon was something I began to look forward to not just on the weekends, but whenever I'd work from home. The pace picked up, from a once a week treat to a few times a week (approaching 'vice' status).

Then the avalanche at my job happened and my weak mental focus and poor impulse control kicked in. I started working from home more often, and each time I'd look to that afternoon delight for a burst of flavor and more than a hint of energy. And man, you can FEEL that burst of energy much more when you’re only having one or two cups a week. In my final week approaching the deadline, I was a full-fledged junkie---drinking up to three cups of strong french press a day (while I was working 10 and 12 hour shifts).

So I’m currently stable in decaf rehab where the flavor is lacking and the mugs shoot blanks. I'm not even sure what invisible force has inspired me to face my lack of self-control, but whatever it is has surfaced. At least the force hasn't asked me to quit booze!