MY SECOND WEEK OF 2007

As you recently read, I was sick my first week of 2007. On Friday and Saturday, January 5th and 6th, I drank no coffee whatsoever, as I was way too sick to even consider it. Normally I can down 48 ounces of coffee aday without a problem. I've wanted to quit for a long time because of several side-effects; like yellow teeth, stained shirts, pants and car interiors, and that late afternoon crash.
When I finally began to feel better on Sunday, I had one single cup of coffee and couldn't finish it, I was still too ill. On Monday, you'll remember, I ended up in the hospital so I didn't have much of my teensy 12oz coffee. On Tuesday, I made a conscious effort to not have any coffee. I felt I'd gone through a level of detox that would be difficult to try again.
Now, today, Monday the 15th, It's been a full week since I've had coffee in my system at all. I can honestly and humbly say I understand much more severe addictions. The smell of hot coffee is still absolutely intoxicating...perhaps more so now. I feel like I've gotten through the physical craving for caffeine, though I still take it in other ways. I think I have more energy during the day, but it might just be the power of suggesstion. But I miss the habit of a hot cup of coffee in the morning. I still occasionally have some tea or hot chocolate to fool my mouth into thinking I had coffee, but it's not the same. I found myself arguing with myself this morning:
"It's been a week, you can handle a single cup. No one will care."
But I fought back and had none. I don't know how long I'll be a complete coffee-less person, but for now I'm taking it one day at a time.