an old post with a sort of new ending…

Reading PrincessFaith this morning and her post led me to search for a previous post of mine about coffee. I found it way back on a secrete journal… so here is an old post with a sort of new ending.

Old Post November 2004:
coffee is the devil

Well my attempt to stop drinking morning coffee has only made me really want a good cup of coffee!

I was thinking if I replace my morning coffee with some crappy instant coffee that it would discourage me from that cup of coffee. Well this is my 5 day of drinking crappy, disgusting, fonky coffee barely a half of cup can I get down. And what has it done?? it has made me want the biggest hottest cup of coffee ever!! I haven’t bought any coffee, so I don’t have any and that sucks… or does it?

Coffee is my reasoning behind me feeling chubby and fonky. Seems I can’t start my morning without a cup of coffee. Seems I can’t work out after a cup of coffee because it would make me throw up. Seems I can’t workout before my morning coffee because then I won’t want hot coffee after a workout. Seems I can’t workout after lunch because I already have showered. Seems I can’t workout after dinner because I am full and my husband is home. Seems there is an awful lot of cant’s in this paragraph and they all point to my coffee. I really feel like I need to ditch this habit …

I think I drink coffee because it has so many great memories..

Growing up my daddy would bring me and my sister Faith coffee in bed. I had morning coffee with my family over breakfast for years! Even in my adult life sitting around having coffee with my brother and sisters. Gordon always had early morning coffee 6am or earlier, when I lived with him we enjoyed conversation and coffee in the morning. My brother Scott, when we lived together we always had morning coffee together ha, I was always amazed how much sugar he uses!! My sister Darlene, every time I visited she would bust out grandma’s perculator for some tasty morning coffee and chat. My sister Faith, I think I shared the most coffee with. Coffee at home, coffee at 5:30 am while studying Spanish at the coffee bar Eban worked at. Coffee and chat at Starbucks. My mom and dad.. coffee with them when I visit. Nothing like Mom or Dad making coffee and the aroma fills the house and wakes you up. Sounds weird maybe, but I have really happy memories surround coffee. I have a connection with my family when I drink coffee. .. or that’s what it kind of feels like. It is the feeling I get when I drink coffee….

I put cream and sugar in my coffee, probably to cover the taste of coffee haha. Coffee is the devil. I wonder what I can replace my coffee with so I won’t use it as a crutch on why I don’t take better care of myself. I wonder what will give me the feeling of ahhhhh when I hold a hot cup of coffee in my hands in the morning.

New Ending:
It all comes down to a decision. and yes we can decide. We have huge brains ya know! I am sort of managing to have a cup of coffee and still get in some activities during the day. Yesterday I went to the gym at 3:30 in the afternoon! Today I did some stretches on the balcony. Positive thoughts and healthy vibes to everyone! I have a long way to go!