Coffee fasts, and distinctions
This post is from the third week in August of 2017, but now I have been presented with some time where I can actually finish my thoughts.
Also, maintaining a healthy balance with coffee and water is an ongoing affair. Staying hydrated is one of the things that my cells are capable of, but water will never taste as good as coffee, right? Flavored water? Lemon and blueberry infusions? Mint? Damn it, just give me and iced coffee and I'm good to go.
August 23rd, 2017
This week has been tumultuous.
Also, maintaining a healthy balance with coffee and water is an ongoing affair. Staying hydrated is one of the things that my cells are capable of, but water will never taste as good as coffee, right? Flavored water? Lemon and blueberry infusions? Mint? Damn it, just give me and iced coffee and I'm good to go.
August 23rd, 2017
This week has been tumultuous.
I have become aware that my mind and body are controlled and motivated by liquids.
My eyes,
My legs,
My arms,
My hands.
They are all fueled and egged on by caffeine. I am working to eliminate, or at least limit the amount I rely on beverages that are not water. Weaning myself off coffee has been brutal.
I'm talking about headaches, that remain all day. From the lack of caffeine.
I'm talking about my bones that feel so exhausted from working all day, with nothing but small amounts of food widely spread throughout the day to keep me going.
To be completely honest, I made some tea this morning. I kind of got tired of drinking only water. That beautiful, hydrating beverage that tastes like liquid air, and keeps the outer wall of my body's cells thriving. Thankfully, I've always loved tea, and it was delightful.
I'm talking about headaches, that remain all day. From the lack of caffeine.
I'm talking about my bones that feel so exhausted from working all day, with nothing but small amounts of food widely spread throughout the day to keep me going.
To be completely honest, I made some tea this morning. I kind of got tired of drinking only water. That beautiful, hydrating beverage that tastes like liquid air, and keeps the outer wall of my body's cells thriving. Thankfully, I've always loved tea, and it was delightful.
Another liquid I've become so accustomed to consuming is alcohol. Yes, drinking a few glasses of wine makes me ready to crawl in bed, wrapped in a warm blanket. But a beer, or a glass (or two) of wine, or two fingers of bourbon has been the norm to consume before bed nearly every night. Who doesn't love a good nightcap?
Don't get me wrong, I love having a night every few weeks where I'll drink a glass of wine (that may turn into two, or three, or the whole bottle) and do a face-mask, while listening to some good music, and crack open a good book. But it seems that I've become to rely on a drink or two in order to fall asleep. I know that breeds into my horrible insomnia, and having a drink before bed, makes the falling asleep so much easier. But I'd like to be able to fall asleep on my own. Maybe my body isn't capable of that. But I'd like to see if I can try and do it on my own.
Who knows if I'm even capable of falling asleep? I've spent two nights just this week where I toss and turn and sleep maybe an hour or less, and it's only Wednesday. It's been the worst in the mornings when I open my eyes and the sun is visible. And my roommate has made a french press that tempts me ever so gently. I've struggled with insomnia ever since college.
"Nah, I'm good," I say. When in reality, my brain is screaming, "For the love of all that is holy, give me a damn cup of joe, just a little bit of sugar, and some almond milk and all my wildest dreams will come true".
Who knows if I'm even capable of falling asleep? I've spent two nights just this week where I toss and turn and sleep maybe an hour or less, and it's only Wednesday. It's been the worst in the mornings when I open my eyes and the sun is visible. And my roommate has made a french press that tempts me ever so gently. I've struggled with insomnia ever since college.
"Nah, I'm good," I say. When in reality, my brain is screaming, "For the love of all that is holy, give me a damn cup of joe, just a little bit of sugar, and some almond milk and all my wildest dreams will come true".
I. Must. Persist.
Paltry as it may be, that's my dilemma close to every morning. Except normally, I'm the one making the coffee.
The struggle. Lordy. Hydration, and relying on my brain and body to fill in the gaps is the name of the game, however difficult this week may prove to be, I'll get through it. Or at least attempt to. Your prayers are welcomed. I also accept good vibes and Paypal.
The struggle. Lordy. Hydration, and relying on my brain and body to fill in the gaps is the name of the game, however difficult this week may prove to be, I'll get through it. Or at least attempt to. Your prayers are welcomed. I also accept good vibes and Paypal.
Kidding aside, I've also been on a mission to wean myself off social media. I've found myself right before bed, scrolling endlessly through Facebook and those stupid videos that just go on and on and on until I fall asleep and wake up to my phone hitting me in the face. I feel like what mom said in the '90's about how screens will rot your brain, seem pretty well founded. So, I'm going back to my old ways, and picking up a book. Also, reading on my couch instead of in bed.
I think it's important to have a distinction between my bed, and where I do other recreational activities. Such as reading, or watching an hour or two of House of Cards on Netflix, or journaling. The bed is for sleeping. Unless I'm sick and I don't leave my bed for days, but that's a different story all together. Also, I'm trying to get my sleep schedule back in order. I am too prone to staying up all hours of the night, for no reason. There aren't many things I've experienced to be as relaxing as sitting on my front porch, drinking a glass of wine at 1:37am, on a week night. When all is quiet, and the rest of the world is asleep, except for myself. Unbelievably peaceful. Living in the city where it's a constant bustle of being busy, it's important for me to find some peaceful time where I can just breathe.
September 26th, 2017
Coffee still plays an integral part of my life, and I think it always will. Balance is key, call it moderation if you will.
Also, rereading through this makes it sounds like I'm bordering on alcoholism. Trust me, I do love a good beer, or a glass of wine, but I can function just fine without a drink. Being in the service industry, that's to be expected. But yah boi is good. Don't worry about me, I'm doing just fine. Until next time, my friends.
-T. Christian Scharf
I think it's important to have a distinction between my bed, and where I do other recreational activities. Such as reading, or watching an hour or two of House of Cards on Netflix, or journaling. The bed is for sleeping. Unless I'm sick and I don't leave my bed for days, but that's a different story all together. Also, I'm trying to get my sleep schedule back in order. I am too prone to staying up all hours of the night, for no reason. There aren't many things I've experienced to be as relaxing as sitting on my front porch, drinking a glass of wine at 1:37am, on a week night. When all is quiet, and the rest of the world is asleep, except for myself. Unbelievably peaceful. Living in the city where it's a constant bustle of being busy, it's important for me to find some peaceful time where I can just breathe.
September 26th, 2017
Coffee still plays an integral part of my life, and I think it always will. Balance is key, call it moderation if you will.
Also, rereading through this makes it sounds like I'm bordering on alcoholism. Trust me, I do love a good beer, or a glass of wine, but I can function just fine without a drink. Being in the service industry, that's to be expected. But yah boi is good. Don't worry about me, I'm doing just fine. Until next time, my friends.
-T. Christian Scharf
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