"Hi. Uhm, my name is Greyhound."
"And, . . . uh, . . . wow, I'm kind of nervous. I've never really been to a meeting like this."
**it's ok, Greyhound. We're all here for you.**
"OK, well, it's been, like, 21 days for me since I've had a drink."
"Yeah, I've turned on to my higher power and tried to make amends and all that, and it's been hard but I haven't had any."
"Awesome, Greyhound. Isn't that great everyone?"
**general affirmation all around**
"Uh, gosh, thanks. Like I say, it's hard going into work every day and smelling the Starbucks stand and the lattes in the elevator, but I made it, so far. I haven't had a coffee in 21 days."
**horrified gasps circulate around the smoke-filled room**
"NO COFFEE??!!! What kind of sick bastard are you?? Get out!"
Yes, gentle reader, while this pretend 12 step meeting never happened, part of the story is true. Inspired by some of the bloggy friends that have gone before me, I have secretly kicked the habit. I had been a heavy and habitual drinker of all manner of caffeinated swill for most of my life. Now 40, I started drinking the devil's brew as a young teenage musician on rehearsal breaks with the older musicians with whom I performed.
I wondered what would happen. I tapered back and mixed in half a decalf without significant side effects and really only had one mild day of headaches on the day I quit completely. Now, I don't need it to get energized in the morning, and my energy is more constant all day. In addition, I'm not masking tiredness and disguising potential overtraining. I am listening to my body, which (I hope) will return me the courtesy rather than cast me into hellish paroxysms of pain.
Perhaps most importantly, the Greyhound temper (which you, thankfully, have never seen) is much less flammable. Not sweating the small stuff is actualy possible now.
Don't get me wrong. I loves me a beautifully rich cup 'o dark and sensually erotic . . .
what were we talking about?
Oh, sorry. I meant to say that I don't anticipate being a tee-totaller. I'll save the coffee for a weekend treat or with friends. I think I can be a "social drinker." But right now, going without has me feeling better than I would have thought.
Duuuuuuuuuuuuude, it's, like, totally melloooooooooooooow.