Wow. Frankly I’m just going to have an awed silence for a moment at how creative that title is.
Moving on. The awesomely awesome (I’m just on a roll) Lisa Macy came up with a great idea. Basically, she posted a blog where she asked other bloggers to join her in a May challenge where you could choose to pursue a goal for the month of May, preferably health-oriented. The original post is here.
There are a number of bloggers taking up some great challenges. I decided that I was going to give up caffeine. Because I am generally a pretty strong willed person (except when it come to chocolate, I would love some chocolate, HAVE YOU GOT CHOCOLATE?!) I thought that this would be a breeze.
Man. Was I wrong. It’s only been a few days and well, this happened:
On the first day, I didn’t really feel anything (possibly because my body was all like “haha, good one Jane. Look, I’m not going to unleash any withdrawal symptoms because we both know you’re going to be flooding me in sweet sweet caffeine any minute”). By the second day, I started to get headaches. My concentration was terrible (I actually gave a student eleven out of ten in an exam. I’m no Pythagoras but I’m sure that’s impossible). By then, my body was saying “listen here lady, you’ve basically been running on caffeine for ten years now. You gotta give me the goods. JUST HOOK IT TO ME VEINS!”
But I haven’t given in. I will not give in. As much as I would adore a redbullamericanoespressocola right now, I’m doing this. I am doing this.
I’ve been drinking cranberry tea at work. My colleagues basically hear me whisper to my cup everyday: “you’re not worthy. You’re not real tea. You’re an IMPOSTER!”
Maybe I’ll take up smoking.
P.S. As I knew I would because I have a bad brain, I forgot to mention some people in my super-cool rap. I’m actually so nervous that someday I will win an Oscar and totally forget to thank Meryl Streep and she won’t invite me to her after party. Ugh.
But really, I’m sorry to the people I didn’t mention (there’s a few of you). Look at it this way, at least you didn’t once try to grill an egg. Because neither did I. Ever. In a George Foreman. Shut up Jane.