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.