Well, it isn't like I have much brain power right now anyway. I quit coffee on... oh I don't know when. That is how bad this is. Basically a couple of days. You can look on Twitter or Facebook to find my quip of the day regarding what it is like to quit coffee when you have 9 kids, one of which is a newborn.
Basically coffee was upsetting my stomach. I have had this issue in the past. In fact, before Buttercup was born I didn't drink coffee because it made me so sick. After she was born however, I craved it so bad I thought I would die. Literally. Ok, not literally, but I wanted some really, really bad. And it didn't make me sick, so I kept drinking and drinking.
I started drinking coffee at a very young age. I can recall making it for my mother every morning before I headed off to middle school, so maybe 6th grade? Who knows, if I didn't drink coffee at such an age I could be like 6'3" and then my current weight would be perfect. But after a few years it started to make me really really sick. So I stopped, for a decade! And now, now I am a dirty filthy addict, sitting outside Starbucks begging for a sniff of some stranger's mocha. It is a sick, sad thing. Don't tell the kids.
To be totally honest, I didn't want to do the Whole30 because I would have to give up the cream in my coffee. Talk about issues. I thought about doing the program and cheating by just having cream in my coffee. But then I felt like a hypocrite. So I just decided not to do the Whole30 and enjoy my coffee.
But the worst by far is coffee. I swear my withdrawal symptoms have been totally freaky. I have caught myself saying things backwards. Seriously. I have been drinking green tea, water, and shooting ibuprofen just to make it through the day. And even though everyone keeps looking at me like I am on the verge of death and sincerely concerned for my well-being with constant questions of, "Are you ok? No seriously, are you OK?" There was a moment today (I think day 3?) that I felt good. No stomach ache and my mind was clear.
Or maybe that was a dream...
So if you love to listen to me complain and speak nonsense, be sure to follow me on Facebook or Twitter as I give up dairy and coffee.
Who knows maybe I will feel well enough to actually move next week?