I'm off coffee! I did it!
Now, as many of you know, I have been trying to do a body detox for oh, about a year now. But giving up coffee and alcohol -- step one in any detox worth its salt -- is perniciously difficult, for me at least. (I just don't have Gwynnie's iron will, for which my liver probably thanks me.)
Why torture yourself, you ask? After all, there are some good reasons to stick with a coffee habit. It has been linked to protective effects of colon cancer or Type 2 diabetes. It can help your workout be less painless, and of course kick butt writing blogs. But there are bigger health reasons for not drinking coffee in my case -- even one mug kicked my digestive system into acidic overdrive and made me a raving ball of tension each morning for a few hours. Cutting out caffeine may also reduce discomfort from fibrocystic breasts, which are the wobbly D-cup bane of my existence.
After a few weeks of trying and failing to give coffee up, however, the effort became more than that. It became a battle of wills: Me, versus my piggishly determined body. The more I failed, the worse I felt about myself. Each small victory, on the other hand, made me feel like a million bucks.
Appparently, too, exercising willpower in one area can eventually increase it in others -- like a muscle, willpower grows stronger the more you exercise it. Now if I can only work this denial magic on cabernet, black ballet flats and Tumi handbags.
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