I’ve given up gluten. Soda. Cigarettes. More than one drink while going out. At one point, I stopped eating all dairy, eggs, soy, corn, and other allergenic foods. But one mainstay, gave me hope. The one consistent love I developed while waiting tables at a pie shoppe back in high school:
I grew up in a house where my father drank it not by the cup, but by the pot. At age 16, I detested my parents’ grocery store on-sale brands, and developed coffee snobbery, high-tailing it to the yuppie coffee shops in my great city.
Just a few weeks back, I took a long look at my relationship with coffee and decided it was time for a divorce.
My liver is sluggish…and coffee stresses the liver.
Doctors have told me I malabsorb nutrients: low magnesium, low vitamin D, low ferritin, low blood pressure, low energy…so coffee was my drug of choice to counteract my lows.
Yet, many of my natural doctors never suggested to tell coffee to beat it. But my homeopath, Lora Roberts, did mention it to me, as coffee impedes the progress of homeopathy.
Despite all my trials to improve my health over the past three years, I knew coffee was holding me back from feeling 100% better. I couldn’t get through a morning without it. The smell. The ritual. The jolt of energy.
If I was strong enough to give up gluten for good, after being raised on incredible Italian food, then I could quit the last vice I had.
Every afternoon, like clock-work, I’ve wanted to climb into bed and pass out. I truly believe that my homeopathic detoxes gave me the strength to finally break-up with coffee.
Now, three weeks later after quitting coffee, I feel different. The mornings are less painful. The afternoons are without their slump. My daily cup of Joe is a memory past. My moodiness is gone. My thinking is far more level-headed.
Sure, the smell of coffee still gets me, like old songs on the radio.
Memories of writing stories in college hopped up on my drug of choice, cozy in little coffee houses typing away. That I will miss.
But what I will gain in the next year, is better health. After researching this widely over the past few months, I will share some dirty secrets about coffee maybe to motivate you to do the same.
My new stainless coffee pot still sullen and quiet on my counter, waiting for guests to arrive.
The hardest part is the ritual. The social habit. The connection.
Creating a new ritual will be important to not relapse into old habits. I need something warm in the morning, because I typically run so cold. Even warm water with lemon is working. Ginger tea.
I still can’t believe I did it.
The divorce is final.
Stay tuned for more on coffee: my side effects from quitting and coffee’s dirty little secrets. Quitting this was one of the top 5 hardest things I’ve had to do in my life.
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