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Don’t worry darling, I will not leave you. Not again. How can I live without you, my dear cup of coffee. Is this an addict speaking? No, I am not an addict I just like to walk around with a bottle of coffee in my pocket. Just to be sure. To be prepared. You never know when you need it. To feel like an adorable badass.
I don’t know if you remember my first post about coffee rehab, otherwise you can read it here. In short, I went to rehab. My own rehab for my coffee addiction. When I think about it now, I wasn’t that addicted actually. By that time I thought I was and I needed to have some days without coffee. I actually did that for 18 days. The first five days were awful. Headache, not being concentrated and focussed, just thinking about coffee. But after five days I actually started to feel better. I never felt anxious or hyper anymore. It did feel good. When I started drinking coffee again it directly hit me hard. Not the perfect first experience with coffee after so many days, but slowly my body got used to it again. I was just drinking awesome coffees in the weekend. The coffee at my job, by that time, I could leave aside. It was easy. I could easily say no to the robusta, say no to coffee. Until I changed my job.
Changing my job was the best thing that ever happened. Don’t get me wrong. I had a good job, a good position. Being a trainer was amazing. I figured out that this is what I want in the future. Yes, in the future. I first needed to go back to Specialty Coffee. And as you may have seen, that happened. I did a trial at Nømad Coffee and while writing I am working here for almost six weeks now. Best six weeks ever. I’ve learned already so much in this short time. I’ve also drunk so much coffee in this short time. It’s so difficult to resist when there is only good, what am I saying amazing, coffee around. A little sip of this, a little sip of that. Didn’t really realize that I got addicted. Until that one day..
That one day of trying not to drink coffee for a day. Just one day. How hard could it be? I will tell you, very very hard. It was a Monday, a regular Monday in September. I started the day with a short run, a smoothie and a lot of water. A great way to start a new week. Cleaning up my body. The moment I walked in at my job my body, my head, my heart started to hunker to coffee. Give. Me. Coffee. Please. It really happened. I was stronger than this. I ignored it. I think I’ve managed six hours without coffee, but with terrible headache. Than I gave over. I gave over to the coffee. But I didn’t felt better actually. I was shocked. Just one day without coffee. I couldn’t do it. I was addicted, I really was. Hello world, here is a coffee addict speaking.
When I think about it, maybe it wasn’t the perfect day and moment to do a day without coffee. It was like putting a drug addict in a room full of drugs. It’s like candy land, heaven, a theme parc, but you can’t play with it. I realized that I had to do it on a day I am not working. I am off every weekend, so that would work. At the moment I am really enjoying my coffee in the weekend. Waking up with a glass of cold brew, because it’s still very hot in Barcelona. The coming weekend I will be in NYC and visiting the New York Coffee Festival, so not the perfect timing either. I am think to do a coffee rehab when coming back from New York. Let’s see how that will work out. I keep you posted. For now, I take another sip of my coffee and I am ready to roll.
