Quitting coffee sucks.

I’ve done it before – coffee isn’t great for my guts or, at least in the long term, my energy level. Eventually, at some point, I’ll go through a stretch where I am just so busy, I need some coffee (black tea’s not enough) to make it through the days.

Quitting coffee means breaking both the psychological want and waiting out the horrible headaches that the physical lack of caffiene gives me for a couple weeks.

I’m not sure which is worse. Probably the headaches. The tend to set off my tinnitus. Acetamenophin barely takes the edge off of them. A cup of black tea does better, and isn’t nearly as hard on my guts, but it a bit of a step backward. So.. argh.

Aside from a small cup of coffee today I haven’t had any in about a week and a half, so that’s pretty good. Once the friggin’ headaches stop I can stop drinking black tea too, or at least mostly stop.

Then I just need to drag my ass back to the dojo, which I’ve not been to in far too long. Coworker Lonnie and I have made a pack to go Tuesday (which is the first of the month, so it made sense from a dues standpoint).