Sigh. I'm only on Day One of titrating down on caffeine and my head is feeling soggy.
I love coffee. I really, truly love coffee. The problem is it's become all or nothing for me. I've gone beyond drinking coffee in moderation to becoming all out dependent. At home I drink three to four seizure-inducing cups every day. With how thick I make my brew, this probably translates to seven cups to the average coffee-drinking Joe.
I could live with just being addicted to coffee. It's not the worst vice, and it makes me happy. But it's how much money I'm spending on finely crafted lattes outside of home that's the problem.
Dave and I do the Everydollar budget (it's simple, it's free, and it's gotten us out of debt--yay, Dave Ramsey!). Every month I blow my coffee budget, usually within the first week. I'm not going to tell you how much I spend. It's embarrassing. Suffice it to say, if I quit buying Starbucks, I could get a new outfit every month. Pretty sad, because my monthly budget for clothing is zero. I could use a new pair of jeans.
At work, I get Starbucks. Every morning I tell myself I'm not going to spend money on a cup of coffee that costs more than a gallon of milk. But then I always find a reason that I need a coffee treat. (I'm feeling blue. I didn't sleep well last night. It's only Tuesday. It's Friday and time to celebrate. And on and on and on.)
I've tried finding cheaper alternatives. But lesser substitutes won't do. Our work's break room has a Keurig. To me K-Cup coffee tastes like not very good instant coffee. I've also tried bringing in freshly ground coffee and filling the reusable kind of cups. The result is a not so awesome cup of slightly gritty swill.
I've brought coffee in a thermos. Tastes metallic. I've made iced coffee, which at home is pretty good, but halfway through the day is an anemic watery drink.
So, if I can't be satisfied unless I'm spending my future retirement on foo-foo drinks, it might be I just need to quit. Or, at least stop until coffee once again becomes the occasional treat and not the life-or-death-gotta-have-it addiction that it is now.
I'm bracing myself for ice-pick headaches. My strategy is to regularly dose with Ibuprofin. So far, my head just feels soggy.