I've loved it for as long as I can remember. I've drunk it in an official capacity since my reluctant Mom finally said yes. Before that, I surreptitiously sneaked cups of it from her omnipresent brew. There are few physical sensations I relish more than sticking my nose into a freshly opened bag of heady, dark roast Starbucks beans.
I very reluctantly weaned myself off it for each of my pregnancies, which for this and countless other reasons seemed to last eons. About once each year I gradually change my caffinated/decaffinated ratio so that I'm 'off the stuff' just to see that I can. I hate the idea that I'm held captive to a substance and so I do my little experiment every now and then to prove my supposed dominance over coffee.
It's one of those things that brings me a disproportionate amount of pleasure. What's yours?
I very reluctantly weaned myself off it for each of my pregnancies, which for this and countless other reasons seemed to last eons. About once each year I gradually change my caffinated/decaffinated ratio so that I'm 'off the stuff' just to see that I can. I hate the idea that I'm held captive to a substance and so I do my little experiment every now and then to prove my supposed dominance over coffee.
It's one of those things that brings me a disproportionate amount of pleasure. What's yours?
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