As much as I would love to think that I am not a coffee addict, it looks like I am on the verge of giving up on my attempt to quit coffee.
Since deciding to quit coffee in the last week of April, I drank one cup in May, two in June and two so far in July. In a way I did very well. I cut not only the number of cups and but also their size.
However it is proving difficult to sustain this habit, especially under stress. The few cups that I had are in the clueless moments when I just needed to turn my mind away from the problem I am working on.
I know that progress, not perfection, matters. And what I do everyday matters more than what I do once in a while. In that sense I am already winning. But I must admit that it isn’t easy. I am fine without coffee most of the days but I am also struggling a lot when I am under pressure. So I wonder if it is really worth the struggle. What if I start drinking a tiny sized cup or a black coffee a few days a week. May be drinking coffee is alright if it helps relieve my stress? Why am I even making a big deal out of this? Why can’t I just drink a cup a day and spare myself of this suffering?
Now that I dumped my brain, I feel better and clear: I am not giving up. At least as yet. Why should I make my temporary failures permanent.
I reiterate to myself: I can still drink coffee but mindfully and occasionally, not compulsively.
If you had used any strategies to deal with a similar situation, I will be grateful if you could share it in the comment.
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