Almost four weeks into Lent, I can finally say it: I’ve kicked my addiction to caffeine.
For years, I’ve been saying I’d do it but was always too busy, lazy, tired, depressed, socially active or in denial to give it a proper go.
I’m not lightly throwing around the word “addiction” either.
I wince when the skinny guys on Supersize vs Superskinny (how’s that for high brow television?) name their Coke count at ten or whatever, starting with breakfast and practically breathing the stuff throughout the day.
Yet, it’s been easy for me to ignore the fact that I’ve been drinking six to eight cups of tea and coffee almost everyday since moving to England eight years ago.
That’s with the exception of pregnancy. I went off it in a big way while pregnant and was feeling so awful anyway that I probably didn’t notice withdrawal symptoms.
So, no surprise that giving up this time round left me so flat I wondered if I was pregnant. The first four days were patterned with the sweats, exhaustion, headaches, nausea and obsessing about tea, coffee and chocolate pretty much constantly.
I kept sending Laurence texts: “I think I’m dyyyyying”. What’s rehab without a touch of melodrama, even if we are talking caffeine?
Actually, of the obsessive behaviours I’ve worked through over the years, caffeine addiction is obviously one of the more innocuous. Unfortunately, it’s social acceptance made it difficult for me to admit that it was a problem.
Now that I’m off the juice (minus the three decaf coffees I’ve had in the past month) I can see how badly it was affecting me. I’m convinced it made my pre-menstrual syndrome violently worse. My skin is starting to look clearer and generally healthier. My thirst has returned and water even tastes better.
Going caffeine-free has also hugely improved both my sleep and – get this – Talitha’s. It could be coincidence, but her night wakings calmed when my withdrawal symptoms did. I guess with that amount of caffeine flowing through me, it’s unsurprising if there was a significant amount transferred into my milk. I’d love to look into the research around that a bit more.
However, the effects that have most surprised me are psychological. I feel stronger for having been able to take charge of this petty thing and actually change an ingrained habit.