I got the coffee blues
From my head down to my shoes.
I drink coffee, can’t you see?
I drink coffee ‘cause it’s bad for me.
One day I couldn’t get any coffee and got an awful headache. “Screw this,” I thought and forswore off coffee. I hated the thought of being addicted to coffee and it having such a sway over how I felt. Coffee intake is now limited to about two a year in social settings.
I don’t drink alcohol. Not a drop. I’ve never been an alcoholic, as many teetotalers are, but the thought of ever becoming an alcoholic is terrifying enough to put me off.
And yet I still struggle with addiction. Mr drug of choice: Processed sugar.
Some people wouldn’t consider this a drug, but I fall into patterns as other drug addicts do.
I’ll consume too much sugar, feel like crap, feel guilty, promise myself I’ll never binge again, get the cravings, try to resist, but then consume again and the cycle repeats itself.
It’s screwing with my health and hinders my running.
And it’s annoying. I hate it that something so artificial and harmful can have such a sway over my life.
One of my favorite podcasts to listen to while running is the Rich Roll Podcast, which describes itself as:
A weekly aural dance designed to provoke, educate, inspire and empower you to discover, uncover, unlock and unleash your best, most authentic self.
I like that. I want to be my best, most authentic self.
Binging on processed sugar does not allow me to be my best.
Binging on processed sugar is not being kind to myself.
I feel much better when I consume plant-based whole foods. A kale smoothie makes me feel great and fills me up with positive energy.
Eating a plant-based whole food diet is being kind to myself. It makes me feel good!
So in an attempt to be kind to myself, I’m not going to eat processed sugar for one week.
Just a week. A small goal to start with. I’ll reassess after a week and maybe extend it.
But for now, just a week. I can do that.