I have run marathons, gone without sleep for 35 hours traveling to Europe, survived the infant stage, yet nothing would prepare me for the first caffeine free day. I sat curled over my laptop trying to concentrate. Silly me for giving it up on a workday. I took a power nap, got fresh air at lunch and still felt like I got hit by a truck. At least that pain would have been over quickly unlike the caffeine withdrawal.
This was not my choice. Not a New Year’s Resolution. I’m not sure who would be crazy enough to give up caffeine by their own choice. It was a recommendation from my doctor as I was experiencing some fast heart beats which I had a feeling might be from the increase in caffeine over the years. Actually, the conversation went like this.
Doctor: Is this ever triggered by exercise (she knows I’m a runner)
Doctor: [Takes blood pressure, does EKG] Everything looks normal. What I want you to do is give up caffeine and alcohol to see if that solves the issue.
Me: No thanks. I’ll give up one or the other, not both. Doesn’t she remember I’m a parent???
Doctor: [Chuckles] Ok, let’s start with the caffeine
So there I am, one minute a caffeine lovin’/borderline addict having to switch to decaf (though trace amounts of caffeine) and herbal tea. I told my husband when he got home and by the look on his face I think he was more scared for what was to come than me. Surprisingly, after the first three days, I started to feel better. By the 2nd week I was getting used to it and by the third week I was even enjoying myself better. Don’t get me wrong, every morning I would love to have a cup of the real stuff and on Wednesdays I used to drive to the ultimate crack place called Philz. Caffeine drinkers, if you have not experienced this Bay Area treasure of Turkish style coffee by the cup, you have been deprived (this plug is for love, not money).
Anyway, I’ve digressed. The bottom line is I feel better throughout the day, not the extremes highs and lows, a lot less anxious and probably a lot richer having given up my daily Starbucks (we all know how much I love them from my previous Starbucks blog). And yeah, my heart doesn’t seem to be racing as much. For the time being, I’m a little less wired, and enjoying my newly found calmness.
- Wired Mommy
1 month a little less ‘Wired’