Back in December, I quit drinking coffee cold turkey. Before then, I would normally have a 20 oz. coffee in the morning and that was it for the day, but I found that I would feel sluggish come mid-morning and thought that it was the caffeine causing it, so I quit.
I really missed its taste and every time I would smell it brewing I began to salivate like Pavlov's dog. But, I stayed strong and was over the cravings in about two to three weeks.
The winter months are gloomy he in PA and I truly think I have SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) which makes things a bit more grim. Then, less than a month ago, I boogered up my body with an injury and a slow depression began to sink in. My riding season ended before it began and I found myself a bit angry, which is quite the opposite of my normal demeanor, unless I am provoked.
So, this morning, I jumped back on the wagon and bought myself a large cup of leaded from a local roaster (voted the area's best) and WOW! After my first sip I was like, "where have you been all my life?" But at the same time, I realized how a drug addict, who had sobered up and then relapsed, must feel when they begin using again.
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