Saturday: Water With Some Stuff in It… Then Actual Coffee
My final coffee-less day began with a simple premise: I'd drink a shitton of water to gain more energy, and see if the simplest answer, could be the most effective. I think they call that Postum's Razor. I even threw some cayenne pepper in there because that I know is some cleansing/dieting/cry-for-help health trend and I was running out of options.
For a while, maybe an hour or two, the spicy water did stick a subtle spring in my step. Though, it was probably just the water part.
Then, I did the inevitable. I drank my first cup of coffee in over a week, a few hours early. And you know what? I didn't regret it. I felt great. I went out. I had energy and pep and maybe my breath smelled a little bit like Postum still, but I was alive, dammit.
In the end, maybe I was supposed to come to some type of revelation. Maybe, for the reader, it would provide a better sense of closure if I had found a coffee substitution, embraced it, and then ran with it for the rest of my allegedly better life.
But I didn't. Nothing lived up to coffee. There's a chance that nothing ever will. Perhaps it's why we have been drinking it for thousands of years. Maybe I'm just a dude who is stuck in his ways. Or maybe coffee is just one of life's simple pleasures -- and to deny myself coffee would be denying myself one of the little things that makes my life a tick more enjoyable.
So, I'm sorry if we've looped around, and ended up right back where we started from. If you do want a lesson from this piece, I'll sum it up, concisely:
Coffee good, Postum bad.
And what a valuable lesson that is.
Verdict: I'm sticking with coffee. Forever.