This is too funny. I write my blog today about coffee, and already I see three brilliant ones on the subject already. So here is my own love letter to coffee. Generally speaking, it seems like I’m more or less in the middle of most people’s experiences — the first few days could have gone better, could have gone worse. I slipped up yesterday and automatically ate a cheese puff that fell off my daughter’s plate onto the floor, because apparently I’m a human Roomba. But now that I have some detox-approved snacks, I don’t have that “what am I going to eat?” anxiety that wore me out on the first day. Coffee though remains a problem.
Don’t get me wrong; I love tea. This is the contents of my tea cabinet. I am instantly relaxed when cradling a hot cup of tea, breathing in its delicate fragrance, savoring its elegance and refinement. Many times I’ve tried to drink tea exclusively, exploring every possible complexity found across black, oolong, green and white teas. But alas, coffee keeps showing up on my doorstep, all muscle and leather and roaring octane, and I keep straying.
For me, coffee is as much a ritual as it is a beverage and caffeine delivery system. In these last few days, I’ve come to realize it’s probably the only thing I really do for myself in the mornings. My kids don’t always let me shower, but they know Mommy has to make coffee — or else. And no joke, it’s ridiculously sensual: grinding the beans, smelling that distinctive roasty aroma, getting exactly the right balance of sugar and cream, and then that first mouthwatering sip where the coffee floods you with intense warmth… Sigh.
My point is (and I did have one) is that I’m very conscious of drinking my coffee, in a way that I am not when I’m shoving cheese and crackers in my face. And I’m not going to be successful at giving up some of these illicit pleasures if I can’t find a healthy and equally breathtaking ritual to take its place.
So today I tried my very best to slow down this morning, cut up some fruit, sliced a lemon, and inhaled all those wonderful sweet and summery scents. I mixed some cranberry juice with seltzer water so the pop and fizziness would wake up my system. I stretched a mini sun salutation and did some yoga breathing. On the way out to the car I stared into the wintry Chicago sky for a minute to try to get some sunlight into my head.
Did it work? I felt pretty good, not as fumbly and bumbly. Maybe even a little too pleased with myself for at least trying something different. However, my daughter was 20 minutes late to school, so clearly, new rituals carry a price at least in the beginning.
My other food crutch is snacking right before bedtime, after I’ve put the kids to bed and cleaned the kitchen. I usually start with a little square of dark chocolate or a mini ice cream sandwich as my “reward,” but then its kind of a gateway drug thing where I end up stress-eating all the leftovers and half-open potato chip bags from the kids lunches. Ugh, I really need some help with that.
So is anyone else discovering what their food habits/rituals are, and what healthy alternatives are you coming up with?