2. Cutting Down on Coffee

Starting 24th  November, London

To be honest, this started off as Quit Coffee. One day in - that was proven to be impossible.

I really love my coffee. But 6-8 cups a day may not be so healthy in the long run (or so I'm told). 

To sum it up, first week have gone as follows:

• Day 1: First and only coffee of the day from Vintage Bean by Brick Lane. Brick Lane is by the way probably the worst place to be for someone cutting down on coffee, but at least the cups you do get to have are fantastic yum. Surviving the day surprisingly well and can actually go to sleep at night!
• Day 2: Due to an extremely stressful morning my coffee has to come from the vending machine at work. Yuck. However, it does the trick and I'm fine until... 11 AM. Not so sure this is a good idea anymore.
• Day 3: So clearly it's not going to work getting my coffee in first thing in the morning if I want to get through the day. So holding out until 2 PM before I hit Taylor Street and using herbal tea as a replacement until then. Herbal tea sucks.
• Day 4: I really think mid day naps should be encouraged in more corporate policies. By the time I get to 2 a clock I am a zombie. When I finally get my coffee after jumping the massive queue at Taylor Street, I start resembling a human being again. For a whole hour.
• Day 5: I want to die.
• Day 6: OK, it's Friday. Friday is a good day. Also the last day of the week when any focus is required. And shockingly, I make it through the whole day with no coffee and I can therefore treat myself to an after dinner double espresso which is the drink of Gods.
• Day 7: This is actually getting better. I have not cried from lack of caffeine since day 5!

Still a slave under caffeine to an extent - but it sure seems to be getting there!