I remember a
Far Side cartoon that showed a guy with a smoking rifle standing over the prone figure of someone he just blew away, while a third character says something like: "That does it! From now on, it's strictly decaf for you!" Ironically, this cartoon was emblazoned on a coffee mug I gave to my father for Christmas.
Well, like father like son, I guess. In an attempt to make New Year's resolution #53 (I will stop flying into homicidal rages) a reality, I have chosen to detox from the insidious clutches of caffeine. This is one tough addiction to beat - I am a hard-core coffee enthusiast. The aroma of a freshly brewed pot of java is enough to make me swoon, and knowing that an invigorating jolt is but a sip away makes me the worst kind of caffeine addict.
I've quit before, and may have to again. It's never easy; life without a morning cup of Joe has often felt like no life at all. There seems to be nothing to look forward to in the morning once caffeine is Xed out of the equation. Life becomes a drag, sometimes literally, and an even deeper depression than is usual for me sets in.
Yet, there is also a palpable quality of fear that informs my relationship to coffee: I know it's not good for me, and have had this knowledge for some time. That hasn't stopped me from consuming the stuff, usually with a massive infusion first thing in the a.m. Not that I needed that much, but I made a pot, and it was there, so what the fuck? It's as if I had fallen in love with the addiction, and the substance had ceased to be of any true import.
Furthermore, there was the issue of the agonizing headaches that resulted when I hadn't consumed enough caffeine soon enough in the day. This made me very ill at ease, knowing that I was a slave to coffee, that it owned my bitch ass. What if I were to be marooned on a desert island, where there wasn't a Braun 12-cup Brewmaster handy? How long would I last before a lack o'caffeine cranial brainache set in? I have been living in dread of such a thing happening for years. This couldn't go on....
I decided to implement the "caffeine fade," a technique I found somewhere on the Web. The idea is to cut back on one's coffee intake by half a cup per day. Naturally, being me, I didn't follow this plan to the letter. My caffeine fade log:
Wed. 1-12 1 cup 8:30 a.m.
2 Tylenol 11:00 a.m.
1 cup Lipton tea 3:30 p.m.
2 Advil 11:30 p.m.
Thu. 1-13 1 medium cup 11 a.m.
2 Bayer aspirin 8:30 p.m.
2 Tylenol 12:00 a.m.
Fri. 1-14 1 medium cup 7:00 a.m.
Sat. 1-15 1 Diet Coke (can)
1 cup 9:30 a.m.
1 small cup tea 7:30 p.m.
Sun. 1-16 1 cup 8:30 a.m.
Mon. 1-17 1 cup 8:00 a.m.
Tue. 1-18 1 cup 9:00 a.m.
Wed. 1-19 1 cup 9:00 a.m.
Thu. 1-20 1 cup 8:30 a.m.
Fri. 1-21 1 cup 8:30 a.m.
Sat. 1-22 1 cup 9:00 a.m.
Sun. 1-23 1 cup 9:00 a.m.
Mon. 1-24 1 cup 8:30 a.m.
2 Tylenol 10:00 p.m.
Tue. 1-25 1 cup 8:45 a.m.
Wed. 1-26 1 cup 10:00 a.m.
Thu. 1-27 1 can Diet Coke 8:45 a.m.
Fri. 1-28 0 cups
Friday, January 28 - My first day of 2005 sans coffee. Nary a sip. Slight aches in the nogging every couple of hours, but nothing I couldn't handle. I am free! Wish me luck as I attempt to navigate my way through life without any artificial stimulants (and anxiety inducers), and hopefully steer clear of death row for at least one more year.
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