Life after coffee

Honestly, I wasn’t really sure I would have much of a reason to live.  I love coffee so much, I go to sleep at night excited about waking up to drink it. I’m pretty sure my relationship with alcohol and sugar is similar.

JanuaryNow I’m a month into this experiment and a few remarkable things have happened.

First: I didn’t die.  But I detoxed hard enough to wish for it.  Detoxing is a moment of truth so blatant, you simply cannot deny the reality: The poorer you’ve treated your body, the worse your detox.  Granted, I knew I had been eating some sugar, drinking some cocktails, and double dipping into my latte habit.  But when you’re a nutritionist and your general diet is stellar, you (incorrectly) assume you can get away with some liberties.

Waking up in the desert with cold sweats and foggy brain and relying on raw walnuts as your comfort food is proof that liberties are BS.  We can justify whatever we want to justify, but that doesn’t mean it is good for us or right for us.  That doesn’t mean our penchant for immediate gratification is going to nullify the damage we’re causing.

In my moment of truth (which lasted 72 miserable hours), I was more sad about the damage done than mourning the loss of my crutches.

On the fourth day, I woke up and felt oddly human.  I looked forward to a cup of herbal tea (I still cannot believe I am saying that) and a glass of Kombucha in the evening.

Then some other things started happening.  I started waking up without my alarm.  Like, naturally just before sunrise.  And… I wanted to get up.  I was so unfamiliar with this potential in me, first I just laid there confused.  Then I started getting excited about all the things I could achieve before breakfast.

I started wanting to go ride, run, hike because it seemed like the fun thing to do, not because I need to train or burn calories or justify a glass of wine later.

My brain got more clear and surprised me with its ability to stay focused through an entire day of clinic.  I came home with the energy to make dinner and settle down, and the wisdom to actually go to bed at a decent hour.

The pros have far outweighed the cons.  In fact, I haven’t actually found a single con yet.

I exercised 21 out of 30 days.  Some days I even did doubles.  For fun.
I started painting again in the evenings because I still had functioning brain cells.
I lost a few pounds (goodbye holiday bloat and that shameful fudge binge of 2015).
I drastically increased my real hydration because teetotalers get their name from all the tea they drink.
My typical winter-grey-spirit has been replaced with some kind of ueber-happy excitement for life, obnoxious to most normal people.

And perhaps best of all, I feel really present with and in control of my world.

If this is just 30 days in… I can’t wait to see what 365 feels like.

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