It’s hard to believe that six weeks have gone by without a single cup of coffee (see this post on coffee). It still smells so good when my husband has his cup in the morning and there are times (usually in the evening) when just looking at those pretty beans sitting in the coffee grinder makes me crave a cup. But, I’m getting by just fine without it (actually, really enjoying drinking black, green and herbal tea instead). And I’m finding that I’m actually a little scared to try it.
The reason why I’m scared is because I’ve been quite run down lately. This isn’t surprising with a stressful last month with floor repairs, a change in schedule with my oldest starting school, a new exciting project which I will be sharing with you all very soon, and a mild sore throat which means I’m fighting off the cold my youngest has. I’m worried that if I do have a reaction that I will be very ill and there just isn’t room in my life right now for illness. I’m also still in the midst of a lichen planus flare (caused by consuming tomatoes twice nearly two months ago, arg!). I’m worried that coffee could make healing harder.
I still intend to try to reintroduce coffee (or what I like to call “comfort in a cup”). But I think it’s going to need to wait a couple of weeks until I settle into this new routine and heal a little more.