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I know, yeah, yeah, who isn't? You ask.

No! I'm serious!!!!

I never thought I was addicted to caffiene, though I thoroughly enjoyed drinking my two cups o' joe first thing in the morning! But the other week, when I ran out my husband mentioned, "Maybe you outta get de-caff. The caffienated stuff just upsets my stomach anyway." So, I thought, "No problem! I don't need caffiene!"

So I bought decaf... and the short version is, today (my first day drinking decaf, this time. This happened once before, how easily I forget!) my head is throbbing, feels like it weighs a billion pounds, and I just want to curl up in a ball and close my eyes!!!

I'm so mad! I personally hate it that something as silly as coffee can have such a HUGE effect on my body...WHEN I'M NOT DRINKING IT!!!

So that's it! I'm gonna get through these d-tox symptoms and, LORD HELP ME, not drink caffienated coffee anymore! All I can think of is if there was ever a crisis or a reason I couldn't get my hands on caffiene first thing in the morning I don't want to be feeling like someone hit me in the head!

I'm not trying to be all super-spiritual and strict by not drinking coffee anymore, not at all! I just don't want a substance to have this much influence over my body anymore, even though, Lord knows I SOOOOOOOOOOOOO enjoy hot, creamy, vanilla flavored coffee. I sure hope my body learns to enjoy decaf real soon!!!!


  1. Good luck! Once you get past the terrible headaches etc. you will be better for it - I can't even taste the difference when I drink either decaf or caf. (maybe others can?)

  2. Good for you Sheila! I'm a sporadic coffee drinker and when I do drink it I have 1/2 cup milk to 1/2 cup coffee. I had 2 cups like that today and I'm wired!
    You'll be much better off without that caffeine though!

  3. I have been a decaf person for the last 10 years and I have learned how to appreciate how much better I feel WITHOUT the caffeine!

    You can do it! Praying for you!


  4. You dear sister are much braver than I! lol.

    : )


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