Mar. 9th, 2011

jayfurr: (Mount Olive Balloon)
I'm all but giving up caffeine for Lent. The "all but" part comes from a grudging acknowledgement that I felt sick the days I tried to go completely cold turkey on coffee. The last two days I've had one (1) cup of coffee upon first getting up, and none at all the rest of the day. And I've had no caffeinated soda nor chocolate nor anything else containing caffeine or theobromine. And I just loaded up my arms with my boxes of K-Cups and Via packets and cans of Coke Zero and even some lightly caffeinated Crystal Light drink packets and took them off to the break room and left them.

Do I think this will draw me closer to God? No. I don't have a weird idea that God is sitting up there in heaven ticking off, each day, whether I drank coffee or not. If people make a big fuss of giving something up, but otherwise IN NO WAY try to be more thoughtful and kind and Christian and so on, it's not really accomplishing anything, is it? If you're religious, you should be spending the Lenten season in contemplation of Christ and what he did for us and what he tried to teach us, NOT acting like someone who's just embarking on a new fad diet. So, no, I don't have that motivation. Christ doesn't care if I drink two cups of coffee instead of one.

So: the real reason "why" is actually pretty simple: I drink WAY too much coffee. I used to say "Naw, I don't overindulge, I don't get a headache on the weekend if I don't have a cup." Well, sure, maybe I could make it ONE DAY without feeling too rotten, but I just had it painfully demonstrated that I can't go multiple days on absolutely no caffeine without feeling like death warmed over.

If I'm going to try to get healthy (by going vegetarian, by losing a lot of weight, by exercising more, and even by trying to become a halfway competent runner), it makes no sense to go on crippling myself with an addiction that leaves me feeling sick and awful on days I try to cut back.

Perhaps this will even help with the nodding-off-behind-the-wheel urge I've been fighting for years on long car trips. If I sleep better at night because I'm not always coming down from the pot of coffee I had before noon that day, I might be more rested and functional ALL THE TIME.

So that's the vow: one cup of coffee per day, in the morning, and then nothing else containing caffeine. That means no caffeinated soda, no chocolate, no caffeinated energy drinks, and definitely no caffeinated tea or coffee.

And if I can, in a week or so, or maybe sooner, I'm going to try another no-coffee-at-all day and see if I still feel rotten. One way or another, the goal ultimately is not to need that morning cup of coffee at all.

jayfurr: (Mount Olive Balloon)
I'm all but giving up caffeine for Lent. The "all but" part comes from a grudging acknowledgement that I felt sick the days I tried to go completely cold turkey on coffee. The last two days I've had one (1) cup of coffee upon first getting up, and none at all the rest of the day. And I've had no caffeinated soda nor chocolate nor anything else containing caffeine or theobromine. And I just loaded up my arms with my boxes of K-Cups and Via packets and cans of Coke Zero and even some lightly caffeinated Crystal Light drink packets and took them off to the break room and left them.

Do I think this will draw me closer to God? No. I don't have a weird idea that God is sitting up there in heaven ticking off, each day, whether I drank coffee or not. If people make a big fuss of giving something up, but otherwise IN NO WAY try to be more thoughtful and kind and Christian and so on, it's not really accomplishing anything, is it? If you're religious, you should be spending the Lenten season in contemplation of Christ and what he did for us and what he tried to teach us, NOT acting like someone who's just embarking on a new fad diet. So, no, I don't have that motivation. Christ doesn't care if I drink two cups of coffee instead of one.

So: the real reason "why" is actually pretty simple: I drink WAY too much coffee. I used to say "Naw, I don't overindulge, I don't get a headache on the weekend if I don't have a cup." Well, sure, maybe I could make it ONE DAY without feeling too rotten, but I just had it painfully demonstrated that I can't go multiple days on absolutely no caffeine without feeling like death warmed over.

If I'm going to try to get healthy (by going vegetarian, by losing a lot of weight, by exercising more, and even by trying to become a halfway competent runner), it makes no sense to go on crippling myself with an addiction that leaves me feeling sick and awful on days I try to cut back.

Perhaps this will even help with the nodding-off-behind-the-wheel urge I've been fighting for years on long car trips. If I sleep better at night because I'm not always coming down from the pot of coffee I had before noon that day, I might be more rested and functional ALL THE TIME.

So that's the vow: one cup of coffee per day, in the morning, and then nothing else containing caffeine. That means no caffeinated soda, no chocolate, no caffeinated energy drinks, and definitely no caffeinated tea or coffee.

And if I can, in a week or so, or maybe sooner, I'm going to try another no-coffee-at-all day and see if I still feel rotten. One way or another, the goal ultimately is not to need that morning cup of coffee at all.

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Mar. 9th, 2011 12:04 pm
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"Some people" take my blog entries about dietary discipline, avoiding coffee, avoiding sugar, trying to get more sleep, trying to run more, etcetera, etcetera, as a sign that I either like torturing myself or that I'm intentionally wearing a hair shirt.

I can see why one might think that, but that's not why I'm always gibbering and jabbering about self-control and self-restraint and personal health and exercise and stuff.

It's because I'm at the stage in my life where I look back and see YEARS of "mañana" attitudes: "I'll work on losing weight one day soon." "I'll get in better shape soon." Some day. Tomorrow. Maybe next year.

I'm not satisfied with where I am in life. I'm not satisfied with the state of my health. I don't like having to take drugs to control my cholesterol, heredity or not. I don't like needing to take Ambien now and then to get to sleep at night. I'd like to be healthy, well, in good shape, and not hostage to a witches' brew of prescription drugs (gemfibrozil, Niaspan, and Ambien are three too many). I'd like to be in good enough shape to run a road race and not embarrass myself.

It's not because I want to torture and humiliate myself. It's because I'm sick and tired of making excuses and saying "Well, sure, some people can do that, but not me. I'll never be able to do that." Whatever "that" is.

Everyone has a friend who talks a big act about "I'm gonna do it. This is the year!!!" And whatever it is, by the middle of January they've given up.

I don't want to be that person. If being involved in the various Komen breast cancer walks has taught me anything, it's that life is a precious gift and it's damn stupid to treat it like an inexhaustible resource. You don't know if there'll be a next year. You don't know if next year you're going to be looking back wishing you'd made the most of things while you had the chance.

I had a very minor stroke at age 33... I don't want to let myself go and have a major one at age 43. The time to get my act together is NOW.

jayfurr: (Scuba in a shortie)
"Some people" take my blog entries about dietary discipline, avoiding coffee, avoiding sugar, trying to get more sleep, trying to run more, etcetera, etcetera, as a sign that I either like torturing myself or that I'm intentionally wearing a hair shirt.

I can see why one might think that, but that's not why I'm always gibbering and jabbering about self-control and self-restraint and personal health and exercise and stuff.

It's because I'm at the stage in my life where I look back and see YEARS of "mañana" attitudes: "I'll work on losing weight one day soon." "I'll get in better shape soon." Some day. Tomorrow. Maybe next year.

I'm not satisfied with where I am in life. I'm not satisfied with the state of my health. I don't like having to take drugs to control my cholesterol, heredity or not. I don't like needing to take Ambien now and then to get to sleep at night. I'd like to be healthy, well, in good shape, and not hostage to a witches' brew of prescription drugs (gemfibrozil, Niaspan, and Ambien are three too many). I'd like to be in good enough shape to run a road race and not embarrass myself.

It's not because I want to torture and humiliate myself. It's because I'm sick and tired of making excuses and saying "Well, sure, some people can do that, but not me. I'll never be able to do that." Whatever "that" is.

Everyone has a friend who talks a big act about "I'm gonna do it. This is the year!!!" And whatever it is, by the middle of January they've given up.

I don't want to be that person. If being involved in the various Komen breast cancer walks has taught me anything, it's that life is a precious gift and it's damn stupid to treat it like an inexhaustible resource. You don't know if there'll be a next year. You don't know if next year you're going to be looking back wishing you'd made the most of things while you had the chance.

I had a very minor stroke at age 33... I don't want to let myself go and have a major one at age 43. The time to get my act together is NOW.

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