On my last post I talked about my intention to quit coffee, which I did. The first few days were okay. Trembling, headaches, moaning, gnashing of teeth, threatening to escape the asylum…. you know, normal stuff. But I survived. I’ve replaced it with a tea made of one teaspoon honey, extract of one lemon and green/cinnamon tea. And it was working great. Until I decided to join our local gym on Monday.
Now you’ve got to understand, our neighborhood gym is not some namby pamby namaste place. They work you like you’re donkey with no owner. The first day I practically had to crawl back home and was so tired I slept for nine straight hours without stirring. Which should be good because I used to sleep 4-5 hours. The problem is I write best in the wee hours of the morning i.e. 3 a.m, 4 a.m. ish. But now that I’m so tired every evening, I can’t wake up to the alarm and when I do, my tea concoction is not strong enough to keep me awake.
I’m hoping that this is just a temporary side-effect and that once my body gets used to the torture my body clock will return to its insomniac ways. If not, well I’ll have to come up with a new writing method because by God I’m not giving up my tea or my gym.
Side Note: You need to see my skin. I’ve never seen it glowing so much.