here we are, face to face, couple of silver spoons.

me and coffee cup.

it’s that time again.

my annual break-up.

as with every tenuous, co-dependent, abusive relationship, one party eventually reaches their threshold with the highs and lows, ups and downs, happy-happys and tired-tireds.

coffee supplies me with morning warmth and wakeup, aromatic steam for a worn out tired engine, ritualistic comfort to my o.c.d. fantasy land, calorie free, delicious, toe-tingling energy, and is my ever-soothing, security blanket, thumb sucker i never carried or sucked as i child.

according to google…and friends, coffee also could be giving me a waxing thyroid, irritable sleep {although have zero sleep issues so far}, a cracked up metabolism, and hormonal imbalances.

as with everything, in excess, toll will be taken.

but my body seems to have cried uncle. actually my eye.

while my twitch isn’t directly related to my coffee consumption {a silly, stressful conversation involving big words and numbers actually brought it on} i know my continued main-lining of caffeine isn’t helping it go away.

thank you m’loves for all the words of support and suggestions.

i do already take a toxic dosage of magnesium.

and as far as the B-supplements…..i do them all biotin, b-6, b-12, b3, i’d bee-hive my hair if i thought it would help.

so teapot here i come. again. i hope you’ll take me back.

coffee and i will never completely cease and desist. i will merely see other people. sort of like taking a sister-wife. preferably something perky and sweet.

yes, i’d like a venti ginnifer goodwin-ish tea please, extra hot, double cupped.

updates to follow.