Tool of Satan or Gift of God?
Many of you have probably heard of my patented a-month-without-caffeine periods. It’s pretty much as simple as it sounds. Every once in a while, I take a month off from caffeinated drinks, and I go ahead and throw all soft drinks in the mix, even those that are caffeine-free. Because, let’s face it, they’re not really that good for you.
However, this month has been particularly difficult.
Now, I have no problem admitting that I’m in love with Dr. Pepper. I love it. I can’t get enough of it. The only drink I like more is Red Fusion, a Dr. Pepper drink which is now sadly discontinued.
Anyway, my point is that previously, my month-long caffeine sabbaticals usually kicked off with a week or so of longing for that lost love. The effect was, of course, purely psychological, so I overcame it each time.
This time, however, is a little different. When Jackson was born on December 18, I embarked on a two-month journey of what is surely the highest rate of caffeinated beverages consumed per day since I was in high school. I may have even shot past that. By the end of February, I had cut back to a cup of coffee in the morning, 2-3 soft drinks during the day, and a cup of iced coffee in the evening. Yes, I said “cut back.”
Not good, to say the least.
So on the very last day of February (that’s the 28th, if you’re counting), I decided it was high time for a month free from the shackles of caffeine. After all, I tend to feel worse about an hour or so after drinking caffeine (I drink any liquid at an alarming rate, part of why I never drink alcohol).
Sounds simple, right? After all, I’ve done it before.
No such luck. This time there have been severe physical responses. My body is crying out for caffeine like some sort of street person yelling at you incoherently. I’ve had severe headaches for most days so far. Yesterday was the most headache-free day yet, and I still took three ibuprofen at one point. (I generally try to avoid any unnecessary taking of drugs. Uh, except caffeine.)
What have I learned from all this? I can’t let it get this out of hand ever again. Despite the high-stress time Leann and I have been going through lately, I have to keep things under control.
My wife has asserted, and justifiably so, that she believes that I will cap off the month by drinking a 2-liter of Dr. Pepper at midnight on the final day of the month. (Or first day of next month, depending on how you’re counting.) In an effort to avoid falling victim to that very trap, which I have fallen victim to before, I’m now making a public proclamation of my intentions.
In April, I will follow my a-month-without-caffeine period with a-month-with-only-one-caffeinated-beverage-a-day (2-liters do not count as one beverage). There it is. I’ve now told you all of my intentions for next month and have no choice but to stick with it.
Of course, this all hinges on the assumption that anyone will read this far in this blog post.