I've given up coffee. Just last week I wrote about mastering the coffee maker while my husband was away, and today, as I write this, I'm quite sure I'll never use it again. After drinking almost a whole pot Saturday morning (to celebrate David's return) and dining on chorizo and roasted red peppers and peas (yum!), my stomach woke me with great urgency at 4 AM to say this: Stop the madness. Now. By 6 that morning I knew my coffee days were over. In fact, except for wanting to be woken up, I felt so badly I didn't want any coffee all of Sunday. Three days later, I still would like to be more awake, but I still don't want a cup of coffee. I know soon enough I will want one, but I won't have it. I can't be moderate with the coffee and clearly, my constitution can't take it.
But, it gets worse. I have to give up my afternoon chocolate, too. We'll see how well I do with that one.