I’m beyond addicted to coffee.
Not only do I require it by at least 8:00 a.m. in order to function, I honestly just love the taste. I mean, really LOVE it. It just makes me happy. The smell, the taste, the warmth … I can’t even tell you how depressing it was when I was pregnant with the Toddler and I had to cut it out completely.
Actually, that’s a lie. I never cut it out completely. I tried. But then, finally, I broke down and asked my OBGYN “how terrible is it really if I drink a cup of coffee or two a day?”
She said “it’s fine,” and I kind of wanted to hug her. Then she followed it with “You’re gaining a lot of weight … have you considered Weight Watchers?” and then that huggy feeling went away.
I really want to have another baby, like, yesterday, so I’ve been trying to cut back slowly. I’m hoping that when I do pop up pregnant it won’t be such a shock to my system if I’ve been tapering off slowly.
It’s not going well.
I am a Starbucks girl and if I
had the money thought my husband wouldn’t bother me about it, I promise I would hit the drive-thru twice a day. Once at 7 a.m. and once at about 3 p.m.
I would order a venti latte in the morning and a tall latte in the afternoon. Maybe with whip, if I was feeling skinny that day. I have put a lot of thought into this.
Alas, that adds up to about $10/day on lattes, and that, my friends, equals an embarrassingly expensive habit. On top of my other embarrassingly expensive habits.
And so, I have grudgingly accepted my fate that is a $5 bag of Community Coffee.