Mug of liquid silk. O velvety cup of goodness. It’s time we said goodbye. 😥
While I have adored indulging in you for more than half my life, meandering through all your forms: long macciato, long black, flat white, latte… the impact you have on me lasts longer than your warmth on a wintry Melbourne morning, and your help to get through a looong work day does me no favours in the long run.
To finally say adieu, I write this post to underscore my need to part from you. Otherwise, the chances of me slipping up are simply far too strong! [I dare not say Ciao.. whatever will I drink when I go back to Italy?! Ah, the mercies of small bank balances!]
Why, you may ask? Protest, even? Well. I have Hashimoto’s Disease. When I have coffee, you stimulate my already burned out adrenal glands. You help kick my insulin spikes along a little further on its roller coaster trajectory. Coffee, you may give me a little moments happiness, but hours if not days later, I pay the price many times over in lethargy (oh! the cruel and tempting irony!), aches and pains, forgetfulness, brain fog, insomnia, headaches.
My added inspiration dear Coffee is my baby girl, for whose benefit I have visited upon you less often, and only at a half shot, has helped me more than I was aware. Going cold turkey on you is never fun! My half measures and weak lattes have held an ulterior purpose all along.
You see, I have to list it. Here, in full view. But primarily, Coffee, so that I can see these words I type and remember why it is that our heady days must come to an end.
And while it may smart a little, o Coffee, there is another I may turn to, so that my cherished social outings and gatherings may yet continue.
Chai. Camomile. Peppermint. The ritual of tea, sometimes the warmth of the brew teasing honey from a spoon, maybe watching milk form clouds in a delicate cup, soothes not just a need for a hot drink. I have many, many more friends to spend time with, who will not treat me so ill. Pun intended! These friends can do me more good than you know – camomile to soothe the nerves, the spices of chai to warm and stimulate circulation and balance blood sugars, peppermint to aid digestion.
And so, it is done. Coffee, fare ye well. It’s been grand, for the most part, and I grant you that 15 years of love was worthwhile. But the last several years of clinging to sensations past in the midst of pain does neither of us any good. Here’s to herbal remedies, healthful drinks and happier days. 🙂
Thank you Laney at Crash Test Mummy for the inspiration 🙂