Getting the Caffeine Monkey off My Back
I think it’s time for another confessional. In the last six months I’ve gotten hooked on caffeine. And since I hate the taste of coffee, it’s taken the form of a Starbucks iced chai latte. It started because I was so tired and thirsty when I got to work on my bike, and now that I’m on the rollercoaster I can’t get off. I’m embarrassed, but I’ve been so busy at work these last few months that my brain really needs to be firing properly to face it.
On top of the plastic cup that I waste every day, it’s an extra 240 empty calories that I really don’t need. So here’s a resolution—no more from here on out. Now that I’m more used to biking to work and now that the colder weather makes the iced chai less enticing, I think I might be able to stick to it.
I know it’s tiny in the grand scheme of things, but it’s an embarrassing lack of will power, and should be an easy, small change I can make. Let’s hope.
One year ago: Caulk.