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What's it like for a caffeine addict (two to three cups every day since the age of twenty other than the five weeks when I quit before and spurts before that) to quit cold turkey when there is no unprocessed glucose floating in his system?
I was driving to work on Wednesday. I had a late shift so I was driving up route 2 around quarter of 10. I could see the road I've driven a thousand times but my brain did not immediately hit fast-forward to ignore what it decided it already knew.
I got to work and I was able to concentrate very easily. I got a month of backlog destroyed in three days. This is a major feat for me. Maybe I really had not been paying proper attention. Maybe I was so busy with my addiction that I couldn't concentrate. Maybe I just needed to shift my thinking. In any case, I feel far more tied to reality than I have for a long time.
It's like realizing where the elusive calm was supposed to be.
Meanwhile my blood glucose numbers are significantly lower. I hadn't put sugar in my coffee for a couple years but I still found my post-prandial (after a meal) levels significantly lower and more sane.
I'm seriously beginning to suspect caffeine has been tied to some of my other health problems. I am not saying that caffeine is the root of all evil nor that it's causing diabetes: that would be ignorant. I am merely making observations based on evidence.
Then again my evidence is diluted because I also changed my lunch approach on Monday. I gave myself a mini-goal of losing five to ten pounds before I hop on the plane. I changed my lunch to be just a salad with chicken strips and made dinner a smaller event with a snack halfway between them.
I'm a notch tighter on my belt. This means I'm below 44 inches, possibly down to 42. If I lose a couple more inches I will be able to buy trousers at normal stores. This would be a major event for me as I have almost never been able to do that.
I can't really explain the difference. I could almost say I'm in shock because things are different and I'm just unsure why. Since October I've felt years of atrophy dissolve. I no longer get tiny chest pains because my body isn't working as hard to serve a larger infrastructure. In turn basic services work a lot better.
I look forward to celebrating this new body by walking all over Sydney and Melbourne. I found out Philip Island, about an hour south of Melbourne, has an evening penguin parade. All of these penguins jump on land at sunset and finish a commute home. Real penguins! I gotta see that.
I was driving to work on Wednesday. I had a late shift so I was driving up route 2 around quarter of 10. I could see the road I've driven a thousand times but my brain did not immediately hit fast-forward to ignore what it decided it already knew.
I got to work and I was able to concentrate very easily. I got a month of backlog destroyed in three days. This is a major feat for me. Maybe I really had not been paying proper attention. Maybe I was so busy with my addiction that I couldn't concentrate. Maybe I just needed to shift my thinking. In any case, I feel far more tied to reality than I have for a long time.
It's like realizing where the elusive calm was supposed to be.
Meanwhile my blood glucose numbers are significantly lower. I hadn't put sugar in my coffee for a couple years but I still found my post-prandial (after a meal) levels significantly lower and more sane.
I'm seriously beginning to suspect caffeine has been tied to some of my other health problems. I am not saying that caffeine is the root of all evil nor that it's causing diabetes: that would be ignorant. I am merely making observations based on evidence.
Then again my evidence is diluted because I also changed my lunch approach on Monday. I gave myself a mini-goal of losing five to ten pounds before I hop on the plane. I changed my lunch to be just a salad with chicken strips and made dinner a smaller event with a snack halfway between them.
I'm a notch tighter on my belt. This means I'm below 44 inches, possibly down to 42. If I lose a couple more inches I will be able to buy trousers at normal stores. This would be a major event for me as I have almost never been able to do that.
I can't really explain the difference. I could almost say I'm in shock because things are different and I'm just unsure why. Since October I've felt years of atrophy dissolve. I no longer get tiny chest pains because my body isn't working as hard to serve a larger infrastructure. In turn basic services work a lot better.
I look forward to celebrating this new body by walking all over Sydney and Melbourne. I found out Philip Island, about an hour south of Melbourne, has an evening penguin parade. All of these penguins jump on land at sunset and finish a commute home. Real penguins! I gotta see that.
