Here's where I am on coffee. I've been drinking two cups a week -- Thursdays and Sundays, generally. Zippadee doo dah! I like it, I really do. I look forward to those days all week.
I'm also currently limiting carbs, which is giving me mad cravings. I permit myself alcohol (I'm not crazy!) and if I'm on a boat or at someone's house I'll eat what's available without being fussy. But on my own I'm avoiding sugar and bread and rice and everything that's yummy and good in this world. So on Monday I had to pick up a couple of dozen donuts and muffins and coffee for a seminar I was helping run. Oh, I wanted a donut so badly, and it seemed so unfair that I had to cart all of these elusive sweet pastries all around. So I compromised and let myself have a cup of coffee on a non-coffee day instead.
This is the slippery slope. Now I have broken my strict two-cups-a-week plan, and as I feared, I now wheedle with myself every single day. You already broke the rule, so why not just give in, and have a cup every day? The new rule is, a cup on Thursdays, a cup on Sundays, and a cup on national holidays. It's like the old rule, with very rare exceptions. That's a stupid rule. Why are you even doing this to yourself? Just drink coffee when you want coffee, like everyone else in the world. No! I want coffee all the time. It's bad for me. No, it isn't. There's no evidence that it's bad for you, in moderation. In fact, it's probably good for you. But it makes me amped up and gives me exciting dreams. All the more reason to drink it! No, it can't be good. Just drink it, just go have a cup. You know you want it. I'm afraid of how much I want it. That can't be good for me. Plus, I like being a tea-drinker. It seems so much nobler and healthier. You're being a ridiculous control freak. Have a cup of coffee.
Ack. I am about to go to a coffee shop to do some writing before meeting some friends. Will I, or won't I?