This week I decided to relax with my coffee addiction and attempt to go to sleep earlier to see if it affected how I feel in the morning. I’m guilty of being a night owl and feel that I’m most productive at night. I do my homework, clean my room, do laundry… basically everything I should’ve done during the day. There are nights that I’m awake at 3:30 AM still folding my laundry and running on 3 or 4 cups of coffee, and I realize it’s probably not the most healthy lifestyle to live. I’m exhausted in the mornings, and like I said in my past blog, I usually sleep in super late to make up for the sleep lost the night before. Then the first thing I do when I step out of my bed is stumble downstairs and put my caramel café k cup in the Keurig and place it on the largest setting. I rely on multiple cups of that shit to keep me functioning during the day when I could simply just get to bed at a reasonable time and get more sleep.
Day 1: I got ready for bed last night at around 8. It was weird for me. Really weird. At that time on a Sunday I’m usually starting to finish up my work for the week and put in a load of laundry, but with this challenge in mind I did it a few hours earlier in the day. I got into bed at 9 and mid Handmaids Tale episode I passed tf out. This morning I had work at 10, and usually I set my alarm for 9 but snooze it 14 times, but today I was determined to get out of bed and start my day without coffee. About an hour in, it wasn’t going well. I was still extremely sluggish and literally dying for my daily morning cup of coffee. Now I understand why I love that stuff so much. I seriously felt like a zombie and was barely a quarter through my day.
Day 2: Yesterday was a long day. Like torturously long. So getting in bed early was actually heaven and I had no problem knocking out once my head hit the pillow. This morning though… lemme tell ya. If there’s such thing as caffeine withdrawals, I was getting them full-fledged. It’s not even that I was overly tired, I was just the most irritable human being on the east coast, and my pounding headache wasn’t helping, and all I kept thinking about was how coffee would make me feel a billion times better. The day went on and I was in class at 2:00 literally starting to doze off. It isn’t even like I went to bed late so I couldn’t blame my sleepiness on that anymore. Coffee has just become such a vital part of my daily life (as dramatic as I may sound to someone that doesn’t have this problem) that it’s what keeps me functioning throughout the day. I never realized what a huge effect it had on me until now. After class I forfeit. I walked over to Dunkin’ and got a large caramel iced coffee with almond milk, and girl, nothing has ever tasted so damn good. I now know that coffee may just be something I need for my mental sanity and well-being. I’m going to try to limit myself to less cups a day because the way I feel without it is unhealthy, but for now, I’ll continue to turn that Keurig on to start my days.