6 Things That Happened When I Gave Up Coffee For 1
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My love for coffee started in high school with weak, syrupy sweet gas station "cappuccinos." Then in college, I graduated to Dunkin' Donuts, then Starbucks, then fancy hipster roasts. Somewhere along the way, though, this glorious brew became more of a necessity than an enjoyment. Hectic mornings during which I had to choose between brewing coffee and showering often resulted in me heading to work disheveled and makeup-less, but fully caffeinated. And while traveling for work, I'd never hesitate to suck down that free hotel coffee—the one tasted more like chemicals than Colombian roast—just to maintain a basic level of human functioning.
For 10 years I've been a slave to this drink—downing at least two cups a day, and more often three or four—but last month, I decided that I needed to stop relying on it so heavily. It's not that I think coffee is bad for me (in fact, it's been linked to a slew of awesome health perks), but rather, I just needed to see how life felt without it—did I truly need it, or could I actually survive, and maybe even thrive, without?
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