I’m not picky when it comes to coffee, but I am Vice President of the “I’m Useless Without Caffeine” club. Cappuccinos are the only type of coffee I usually drink, but when backed into a corner, I will happily settle for coffee sticks and sachets. In college, I drank a concoction of extra-strong Americanos and Red Bull every day (HOW AM I STILL ALIVE), and the coffee habit carried over to my work life (the Red Bull is long gone, though).
Here’s my regular coffee-drinking schedule on the weekdays:
- 08.00: First cup of the day to get my blood going
– 10.30: I’d down a second cup when I reach the office
– 15.30: Third cup, to make the afternoon go by faster
– 21.00: A final cup to go with some work or a movie at home
So while I’m not a serious coffee drinker (I can’t tell the difference between Jamaican Blue Mountain and Civet Cat Butt Shavings), I am a pretty heavy coffee drinker. In sensible doses, coffee works wonders as a stimulant, but excessive consumption can result in arrhythmia, anxiety, nausea, insomnia, and more.
In addition to several physical manifestations of excessive caffeine consumption (tremors, arrhythmia, insomnia) my dependence on coffee began to affect my moods: I noticed that if I went for half a day without at least one cup, I would start to get snappy at people. I didn’t like the idea of having a drug compromise my interaction with people — I wanted to take charge of my emotions and made the decision to quit the thing for good.