Part of me wants to say that this isn’t so bad. And overall, I guess it’s not. Or at least that it hasn’t been until around an hour or so ago.
The last time I had a cup of coffee was Sunday morning. Now that I’m looking back on it, it seems like I was kind of weaning myself off of the black stuff during my Chicago trip. On Thursday I had my customary few cups, and on Friday I had probably three or four. Then on Saturday I had a large coffee from Dunkin Donuts, and Sunday just one cup at brunch. Oh, yeah, and an Irish coffee later that night – coincidentally one of my last alcoholic drinks before heading into this month of detox. Man, I wish I’d have had an Irish coffee from Molly’s at the Market instead. That would have been a proper sendoff…yum.
Anyway, I’m getting away from myself. Where was I?
Oh yeah – so I officially haven’t had any coffee since around 7pm on Sunday, August 30th. I’m around 72 hours out from my last sip of liquid happiness, and just starting to feel truly terrible.
I’ve been tired – bone tired, that kind of exhaustion that you get when you’re coming down with the flu and you can barely keep your head up – off and on for the last three days. I’m also kind of stressed out at work, plus on my period, neither of which has helped with energy levels. Nor has being vigilant about not “treating” my stress with carb-y goodness. Speaking of which, it’s been less than 72 hours since my last major jolt of sugar juice (aka. alcohol), and less than 48 hours since my last hit of bread. I should be starting to go into junk food/carb withdrawal in 24 hours or so, though I’m clearly already dealing with some preliminary symptoms…
..like the sweats I started to get about an hour ago. I can’t tell if I’m feverish or not, but I’m definitely having hot flashes. Less glamorously, I’m also gassy, but that’s probably my body reacting to the dandelion tea I was drinking earlier, plus the banana and peanut butter I had tonight for dessert. Still no headache, though there’s a little something brewing behind my brows. I’m hoping that I can avoid that infamous symptom, but we’ll see.
Thankfully, my person just showed up to keep me company while I sweat my way through this mess. I’m going to get off of the computer and get in some quality time with him. He has a way of taking the “ick” out of “sick” – lol. (Unfortunately, having a super lame sense of humor is NOT a side effect of coffee withdrawals; you’re just gonna have to live with it, folks.)