The Second-To-Last Day! What a rush that knowledge is to me! Despite no longer feeling a growling, feral craving, I nonetheless am feeling mental cravings. Anytime I am tired, exhausted, or simply bored, I remember that large coffee shaped hole in my life.
Some days it was a barely noticeable loss, and others I felt positively wretched. But the loss was always noticeable to me, but I cannot discern if this was simply a matter of my being hyper aware of the situation or an actual craving with which my body was contending. All I know is, there were some moments I could barely contain myself, and very nearly snuck a coffee here or there. It did NOT happen, however.
When conditions are good, when the weather is warm and sunny and I am active, it was very manageable. When the weather was bad, gray, cloudy, and cold, then I would find myself obsessing over what the loss. It is for serious that I say I could only give this up for a month or two at a time, and even then with difficulty. The counting down was one of the main coping mechanisms I used. With just 26 (or so) hours left, I am contemplating a midnight coffee tomorrow night as a celebration. Decaf, of course. 1 day left!
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