“Strong Bodies, Beautiful Minds”

So this is where I get a little bit sappy and tell the world way too much personal information about myself…But that’s what blogs are for, right?

So here goes.

I have struggled with my weight and body image as far back as I can remember. I have vivid memories of being eight years old and thinking I was fat and trying to figure out how to lose weight. I’ve been through phases of my life where all day, every day was consumed with thoughts about my weight and negative feelings about how I looked. There were days where I didn’t want to leave the house because none of my clothes looked good and I felt too bad about myself to walk out the door. Then I went through phases where I obsessed over how many calories I had to eat in order to lose weight and didn’t enjoy food at all because I was so focused on being thinner. There were phases where I would give up and just eat whatever I wanted because I was always going to be this way and it wasn’t worth trying. I’d end up gaining a bunch of weight in a short period of time and feeling even worse.

I hate to admit these things because I know I should know better. I know we need to love ourselves (especially as women) and be happy with what we were born with. I know that too many women have body image issues and it makes me cringe when young girls say they look fat. I’ve always been confident in who I am as a person – in my strengths, in my relationships and in my jobs. I’ve been great at giving others advice about standing up for themselves and asking for what they deserve; for women’s rights and empowerment. I’ve always told friends they need to be strong, confident women because they deserve to be. But for some reason I am extremely hard on myself.

About a year ago I started Kaia FIT to lose a little weight before my best friend, Kira’s bachelorette party because I didn’t want to be the “fat girl at the pool.” I came to my first class at her recommendation because it had been so great for her and I instantly fell in love. The women were friendly, the coaches were inviting and encouraging, and the exercises were fun. I’ve never been an athlete, but I had just recently started to like running and accomplished my first half marathon (which was a HUGE feat for me) and thought Kaia was a good next step.

In a year at Kaia I have only lost about 5-7 pounds, but I’ve learned that the number on the scale doesn’t matter when you’re building muscle. I’ve said those words to so many of my friends before “Muscle weighs more than fat, so don’t worry about the scale.” But it took me a while to really accept it as the truth. For months I was disappointed that the scale wasn’t dropping until I realized how much I’ve improved. My body has changed so much, I even stand differently than I used to. My posture is better and I never have back problems anymore. I’m the same weight I was a few years ago, but I wear two sizes smaller in pants because my body has changed so much.

I was feeling so great about myself, loving this program and believing in it so much that I decided I want to make it my life. I want to bring this feeling of accomplishment, of strength, of confidence, of encouragement and community to as many women as possible and I want to open my own Kaia location.

But then, when I signed up for certification I instantly started telling myself  that I might not pass. What? This person who finally felt so confident and ready for this was scared? I didn’t understand it either.

I got to certification and I instantly reverted back to this young, scared girl who didn’t feel good enough. I looked at all these strong, amazing women around me and felt like I didn’t belong in their group. Like I wasn’t fit enough, thin enough, strong enough, a good enough coach. I was constantly looking in the mirror saying to myself  “I look awful. I can’t believe I gained those few pounds back last month. I don’t look like I should be a trainer. I’ve never coached anything in my life, how am I going to do this?”

I tried to push those feelings aside, workout really hard and do my best. Overall I had a great time and learned SO much about Kaia, but I just wasn’t myself. I wasn’t fully engaged in everything like I should have been because I let my fear get the best of me. I let the insecure girl inside of me take over and then felt a little defeated on the way home. I got 100% on the practical exam and knew what I was doing (I do this stuff every day!), but I didn’t feel or show confidence while I was doing it. All of the women were so encouraging and extremely positive, but I was having trouble seeing that I was doing well.

I got home last night and one of my coaches and friends who knew how I was feeling texted me and gave me some much-needed support and comfort. She told me everyone has these moments and experiences the same feelings at some point. She said that confidence is key and I need to “just rock it.” She understood where I was coming from and encouraged me to work through it. I told myself that I AM making the right decision because I AM right for this and it will get better and then went to sleep.

d3f6d800c4cbfe5cf6eb4ed29171554f

I woke up this morning KNOWING that I belonged in that group. I got up at 5:00am for class and drove to the gym with a huge smile on my face ready to workout even though my entire body was sore and I only had 5 1/2 hours of sleep. I was ready because I finally took the time to appreciate myself for what I’ve done. Last week I did 322 burpees in 45 minutes for our Burpees for Boobs charity. This week I worked out basically for 3 days straight and ran a timed mile in the cold, windy, snowy altitude. This may not be a big deal for some, but those are huge accomplishments to me. I’ve trained for two half marathons, I’ve improved on countless exercises and made some pretty major changes from my life before. I finally took the time to get the negativity out of my head and realize that if someone else told me they did those things I’d be beyond impressed.

I DO belong in this group with these women. They’re MY group of women.574919_267506386714671_1786966701_n

I can’t even tell you everything this program has done for me. Not to mention what it has done for some of the other women in my life. My mom who is turning 65 next month used to go to the gym and only walk on the treadmill because she thought running would be bad for her joints. Now she’s doing burpees, lifting weights, running sprints and lifting 20 pound bags of dog food at the grocery store like it’s nothing. I am so impressed with her determination and hard work.

34171e72f3dbf84b102572737e78398e

I have never felt more supported or encouraged in my entire life than I have since workout out with these women. This is the greatest group I have ever been a part of and I am so thankful for everything they’ve given me. I cannot WAIT to open my own Kaia and bring the same love and support to other women. I will not let my insecurities get in the way of what I want to do. It may take me a while to be comfortable coaching, but that’s ok. I know I don’t have to be an expert right away, but I also know I’ll get there. And I know it will be great.

cf356603b1710f26f9759dfbbc1ba4ca“Kaia F.I.T.’s mission is to create strong bodies and powerful minds. Working together to get fit, feel great and know that we Kan accomplish anything.”

Check out this video of Kaia F.I.T. Owner Nikki Warren!

And check out our Burpees for Boobs fundraiser!

Island Living Here We Come!

Whoa. The last few months have been a bit of a whirlwind to say the least. In the last 40 or so days we have sold our house and all our furniture, given notice to our jobs, decided to change our careers and move from Northern California to HAWAII. It sounds even crazier when I write it down.
hawaii jumping

Here’s how it all went down… long story short, I wasn’t happy. My job wasn’t exactly the right fit for me and never really was. There were parts of my job I loved, like the people, the event planning, etc., but I’ve always wanted to be the one in charge and after four years I felt ready to take on more responsibility and risk. When I graduated college I moved back to my home town and bought a house with my now-husband and had a mortgage and all the things that go along with owning a home. We lived in suburbia surrounded by neighbors with children and mini-vans (there’s nothing wrong with that if you’re ready for it). We spent all of our time (and money) painting and doing upgrades to the house, decorating and doing yard work. Most of it we enjoyed (like being able to throw big get togethers and parties, grow our own vegetable garden, etc) but it left us little time and money to get out and enjoy the world. Don’t get me wrong, in the past 4 years we did some traveling and we had a lot of fun, but it just wasn’t right. I wanted to get out and enjoy my “childhood” before it was over.

Fast-forward 4 years and it’s time for a shake-up. We listed our house on the market to test the waters and see what would happen with the economy the way it is. Our realtor told us it probably wouldn’t sell for what we wanted it to sell for, it’d be upside down and we’d have to short sell if we wanted to leave. We didn’t want to lose money so if we didn’t come out even, we weren’t going to sell, which means we’d be stuck unless we could rent it out. We listed the house and within 24 hours it sold for over our asking price. We accepted an offer a week later and entered escrow. 30 days later, it was moving day. My first thought… “Sh*t. We don’t have a place to live!”

We started talking about our options. Do we move to another city? In only 30 days? That sounds crazy. Do we move downtown to be closer to work and our friends and enjoy the city life? Probably. Well at least my parents live nearby and have a spare bedroom if absolutely necessary.

A few days later we got an amazing offer to move to Hawaii from my husband’s family who lives on Oahu. They happen to own a condo that we are able to move into as soon as we’d like (rent free) until we get on our feet. Who says no to that, right? So we’re now staying at my parent’s house until we make the big move on March 18th.

Am I nervous? Yes. Of course. There are a lot of aspects of  my life here that I absolutely love and will be very sad to leave. I have never lived more than 2 hours away from my best friend (besides when we each studied abroad, but that was only 6 months at a time) and that will be a very difficult adjustment for me. I will miss my family, my friends, my Kaia girls and my co-workers. Being so far away from friends and family is scary, but we just have to try. You only live once and I know I would regret it if we passed up this opportunity before giving it a shot.

  comfort-zone

What am I going to do for work? Well, that you’ll find out soon. I have a business opportunity there that I will share at a later time (it’s a pretty damn good one!) and I am beyond excited about it.

I look forward to sharing our journey and I hope you’ll stay tuned!

If you could live anywhere, where would it be?

M.I.A.

Six weeks. I’ve been MIA for six weeks. That is the longest I have gone without blogging since I started Artistry By Adele and I’m shocked I let it go that long. This blog has been my creative outlet and a major source of my enjoyment for such a long time that I’m surprised I let it get away from me. I always said, the day my blog feels like a chore is the day I’ll stop posting.

One day, I sat down in front of my computer and was just out of ideas. I felt like I ran out of things to write about and nothing that came to mind warranted an entire blog post. Do people REALLY want to hear about this recipe I made last night? It wasn’t even that good… Are these photos REALLY interesting enough to post on the internet? Is my writing ACTUALLY good enough to keep readers entertained? That was when blogging started to feel like a chore. I’ve been feeling that way for a while now (over six weeks to be specific) until this morning. This morning I thought, F#$% it. If people don’t want to read it, they won’t. And that’s fine with me. Each post doesn’t have to be the best blog post I’ve ever written. I started this blog to have fun and explore my creativity and interests, and that’s what I plan to do. I may not post as often as I used to (every day), but that’s okay too. It’s my blog after all. I can do what I want with it, right?

Most of my time over the last couple months has been spent helping some of my friends celebrate their marriages. Three of my closest friends, including my absolute best friend on the planet, got married this summer/fall and I was lucky enough to be a bridesmaid in two of the weddings and a Matron of Honor in one. My husband was also a groomsman in two of the three weddings so we were both pretty busy with bachelor/bachelorette parties, bridal showers, engagement parties, rehearsal dinners, and weddings.

All three weddings were photographed by the lovely Bre Thurston and you can see more of these photos on her website.

So once all the craziness subsided, I got bored. I was happy to have a break and get back to normal life, but when I got there, I went into a bit of a funk. So I figured, what better way to get out of my funk than to plan a spontaneous trip to New York to visit two of my good friends, especially since I’ve never been before. I was so excited for the trip, but then Sandy hit and I wasn’t able to go. Thankfully both friends are just fine, but I decided to put that trip off until the Spring and instead my hubby and I just booked a trip to visit family in Hawaii for Christmas AND I’m planning a girls’ trip to Vegas in January. Vegas fixes everything.

I also turned 27 on Tuesday. For some reason, I wasn’t very excited about this birthday. 27 is just such a strange number. To celebrate, a couple of my girlfriends and I did the fleet feet neon fun run where we got to wear these awesome hot pink, light up vests. My best friend won a pair of new running shoes in the raffle, and we ended our run at a nearby bar and had a couple of beers to celebrate. Not a bad way to start a new year of my life. The vests definitely helped.

In other news, I re-joined the world on Twitter. I am still figuring out how to use it properly, hashtags and all, but I think I love it. My tweets are private, but if you’d like to follow me I’d be glad to accept!

Plan on seeing a lot more of me from now on. I miss all my blogging buddies! Happy Friday!

Proud of My President

I am so proud of my President today. Of course, there is little doubt in my mind that politics and Obama’s re-election played some role in his decision to come out supporting same-sex marriage. But do I care? No. Not.at.all.

All I care about is the fact that our President (whether you like him or not) did the right thing today. There is no reason a same-sex couple should be denied the exact same rights that a heterosexual couple takes for granted. I married my husband almost two years ago and you better believe I’d be pretty pissed if the Government, no ANYONE, told me I couldn’t. Any couple who is in love and wants to get married should have the right to do so.

This view of mine may alienate me from some of my blog readers, or even some of my friends and acquaintances. But I have to say, I don’t really care. I can understand some people with strong religious beliefs truly feel that marriage is between a man and a woman. I can respect and appreciate their views, but I also believe that what other people choose to do with their lives does not affect me. It is not right to deny people the rights they deserve just because you personally do not agree with their lifestyle.  Do I want to have a romantic relationship with another woman? No. But do I care if someone else does? NO. Why would I? Another couple’s relationship has absolutely nothing to do with me and I definitely do not have the right to judge them for being with the person they love.

So, today, for this reason, I am proud of my President. Politics or not.

Watch the video here.

2012

This year I decided to make a resolution list of things I think I can realistically obtain. Most of them are pretty small, but I figure if I write them down it will help me make sure to complete them. So here goes (in no particular order)

– Read at least 15 books..I know this may sound like a small number to some people (in particular both of my parents who could read 15 books in a month if they tried..) but this is a reasonable goal for me. I would say I usually read about 6-10 a year, depending on the year. Between working full-time, training for a half marathon (possibly a full after that), family obligations, and any other excuse I can think of right now, I have trouble reading as much as I’d like to. So this year, I’d like to watch less TV and read more. Simple enough, right?

– Run at least 600 miles- If I run 50 miles a month this will be no problem. When I get closer to my first half I know I’ll be running much more than 50 in  a month but I am also accounting for any “time off” I know I will take.

– Blog at least twice a week, EVERY week – I’d love to make this goal to blog every day, but that isn’t realistic for me. Some weeks I have plenty of time and plenty of ideas of what to blog about and others I’m too busy or too creatively blocked to post about anything. Yes, I could post just to post on those days, but who wants to read that? I figure two good posts a week are better than 7 crappy ones, right?

– Learn more about photography- I have learned so much about photography and my camera in the last year and I want to learn even more this year.

– Upgrade my camera – Hopefully within the next year it will be worth my while to sell my camera and upgrade for a more professional version to turn a hobby into a possible side job.

– Cross off a few items from the bucket list – any items will do! I just want to do a few each year. :)

Happy New Year everyone!

Fancy Schmancy

We are off to Cambria for the weekend to celebrate our 1st anniversary. We got engaged over 2 years ago on Pismo Beach so we thought it was only fitting to go stay somewhere nearby to celebrate our anniversary.

While we are there we plan on relaxing, going for long walks on the beach, wine tasting, going to nice dinners and oh yeah….we’re planning on hitting up a little black tie dinner soiree at the HEARST CASTLE! We were randomly invited through a contact at my work and we are now loading up our car with a tuxedo and a fancy schmancy gown. We were invited only yesterday, so to say we were  prepared would be a lie. But, we frantically got everything we needed together and are very much looking forward to an amazing dinner, with THE most amazing view in the area (even if we won’t know a single soul at the dinner). You better believe I’ll be blogging all about it when we get back, but until then, you can catch up on some “Adele” by reading old blog posts while I’m away. These are some of my faves:

Monterey Flowers

Bru-ske-tta

Grillin’

Make Your Own Cake Stands

Steal My Heart Away

I Heart Travel, Part II- Greece

Photo Shoot with Bre!

We’ll be back Monday night!

“Not Good at Babies”

My husband claims he is “not good at babies.” Yes, he says it that way, like babies are a sport you can be good at. So when I saw him playing with one of our twin nieces I had to snap a few photos.  And they turned out so cute I couldn’t help but blog about them.

Steal My Heart Away

This Sunday marks exactly one year since I walked down the aisle to Van Morrison’s Steal My Heart Away (only the best wedding song on the planet). 

For some reason this year has gone by faster than any other year I can remember.  Much faster than the year we spent engaged, planning the wedding. Much faster than any year I spent in high school, or college, and definitely faster than every year I spent waiting for my 21st birthday to come. This has been one of the best, worst, and hardest years of my life, yet it seems to have flown by.

The site above is from the Forest House Lodge in Foresthill where we got married. This venue was AMAZING, from the ceremony site, to the game room, to the food, and the exceptional service.

Over the past 12 months we have parted ways with old friends we grew apart from, and have made a few new friends. We sadly watched  some of our closest friends move to a different city, but were lucky to have my parents move back to the city we live in. We became an aunt and uncle (my husband has been an uncle for 10 years already) to the most adorable twin baby girls you’ve ever seen. We’ve traveled to New Orleans, Hawaii (twice), and taken many short trips to the Coast, Lake Tahoe, LA, and the Lake. We both had some-what major birthdays last year (I think major birthdays are ages ending in either zero or five). We have watched half of our bridal party get engaged in the last year, went to weddings and wedding events/parties and even threw some of those parties. We have both taken up new hobbies and interests (photography, blogging, and gardening to name a few) and have had fun pursuing them.

Although it may be obvious as to why this year has been the best (being newlyweds can be pretty great) it may sound weird to hear that my first year of marriage was also one of the hardest and worst years of my life. The reason is that my husband and I grieved three deaths of people extremely important in our lives. His grandfather, his aunt, and my friend of 20 years. Neither one of us had experienced very much death in our lives so this was really difficult for us. Without each other I don’t know how we would have gotten through the really tough days.

Despite the sadness we both experienced, I can still say it was one of the best years of my life . I love being married. I love my husband, and I love that we made such a huge commitment to each other. After what we’ve gone through together this year, I know that no matter how hard things get we will be there to get each other through whatever comes our way.

Now, I usually refrain from telling people this next part because I like to think of myself as a strong, independent woman, and I think it makes me sound sort of cheesy and sappy and like the only thing important in my life is being my husband’s wife. And although I do value that role, it is not my sole reason for living, regardless of what the next statement makes you believe.

So here goes…. Walking down the aisle was the happiest moment I think I have ever experienced to date. There was just something about it. Having my family and closest friends there was part of the excitement, walking down to (like I said before) the best wedding song on the planet, seeing the smile on my soon-to-be husband’s face and knowing we were about to make this statement together made that moment more special than any other time in my life. I’d like to say graduating high school, or college, or getting my driver’s license, or meeting the president (haven’t done that one yet) would top the list, but they don’t. And if that makes me pathetic, so be it. If I could relive one moment of the entire wedding (which was amazingly awesome and fun from beginning to end) it would be walking out of my little “holding tent,” and down the cobblestone pathway toward my husband. When I have bad days I sometimes think about that moment (again, please don’t judge me for my cheesy/sappiness) and when I listen to that song it can literally turn my mood around.

I am just happy I found the person I am going to spend my life with, through the good times and the bad.

What song did you walk down the aisle to?

All photos were taken by John Decker and Anne Chadwick Williams.

What’s In a Name?

I got married last September and when I said “I do” to my husband,  I also said “I don’t” to changing my last name. Before the wedding I did go back and forth a little on the idea of having two last names. I remember thinking, “Well I want people to know we’re married,” and “Wouldn’t it be easier if we had the same last name?”  Ultimately I decided I didn’t care if people thought we were married, because we knew we were married. And having two last names on top of my already long middle name was just too much.

Photography by John the Photographer

Most people I tell this to don’t understand my reasoning. Some people (mostly older women) are shocked and even offended that I didn’t make the “full commitment” to my husband and take his name. Yes, that has actually been said to me before. Other people think I did it because I’m lazy and didn’t want to go to the DMV (this one could be partially true), and a “friend” recently told me in front of all her friends that I only did it because my mom didn’t change her name when she got married, therefore it must be a tradition. Cause you know, I can’t think or make decisions for myself.

So here’s why I didn’t do it-  It wasn’t because I am already established in my career with my maiden name and don’t want to confuse people, it wasn’t because I felt like it was something I had to do, or I had pressure from my family. I kept it for me, and me only. It is my name after all. My name is a part of me, and it always has been. I have had it since I was born, so why change it now? I also have a sort of love/hate relationship with my name. It isn’t the most beautiful sounding name or the easiest to spell, and I often get sick of people misplacing the ‘h’ or mispronouncing it all together, but once again, it is mine. It reminds me of that side of my family who although they’re kind of crazy, I absolutely love and wouldn’t trade for anything. I like being a part of that group, I like the connection we have by having the same name that was given to all of us as newborns.  My name also reminds me of my heritage. It is a Jewish name that has been shortened over the years, but I know where it came from.

Now, as much as I love my husband (and his last name isn’t too shabby either) I didn’t feel right losing my independent identity just because I married him. Because he is the kind of man he is, he didn’t care either way. When I was discussing it with him before we got married he even once said “Why change your name? Who cares? We’re still going to be married. If you don’t want to change it, don’t.” This is one of the many reasons why I know I married the right guy.

So, when we walked down the aisle after we said our vows, the officiant announced us and said “Amanda and Troy as husband and wife!” instead of “Mr. and Mrs. Troy____” I loved this announcement. That is what we were—husband and wife. I was not just the “Mrs” version of my husband, I was a part of a marriage and a commitment, but I didn’t need to lose myself to be in that commitment. I have always hated when women agree to be announced or even addressed as “Mrs. John Smith.” “Mrs. Smith” is one thing if you decide to change your name, but why in the world is it okay for your FIRST name to be replaced by your husband’s? As if you are no longer your own entity, and only his first name is important enough to be announced to all your friends and family.

* Disclaimer-  I am not saying every woman should keep her last name. That is a choice each woman needs to make for herself. It wasn’t right for me, but I don’t judge anyone who follows the tradition of taking on her spouse’s name. But why don’t the men take our names? Okay, okay, even I know that would never fly, but then why should we be judged if we don’t take theirs?

The End of a Love Affair

I have a love other than my husband. A love that is so strong, we cannot be away from each other for one day or I have withdrawals. Oh…that isn’t love? That’s an addiction?

I'll even drink whatever this is... (These were actually really delicious candy covered cappuccinos)

Okay then, I have an addiction. I am absolutely, completely, utterly addicted and in love with …coffee. I drink it all day, everyday. I love black coffee, coffee with soymilk, iced coffee, hot coffee, latte’s, macchiatos, cappuccinos, espressos, and even frappuchinos on occasion. I love it all. I love the taste, the smell, of course the wake-me-up affect, and just the process of walking into a loud coffee shop and yelling out my drink. After I pick up my drink, before I even take my first sip, I am happy. Whatever is going on in my day, my life, it goes away for a split second and is replaced with pure bliss because I know that I am about to drink happiness.

My mom bought me this magnet when I got my first apartment.... Enough said.

I am a coffee fiend. When I wake up in the morning, my first thought is, “coffee? coffee? where’s my coffee?” My biggest nightmare is waking up and hearing my husband say “Oh, yeah, we’re out of coffee,” because then I will have to wait until I am showered and ready to go out the door before I can have my first sip. And on those days, I’m moody. Extremely moody. On days where I’ve had to wait 2, 3, 4 hours before having my coffee, most people in my life know to steer clear until we can go through a starbucks drive-through.

My daily routine is as follows, I get the coffee pot ready the night before every workday. I put the freshly ground coffee in the filter and the water in the coffee pot, so all I have to do in the morning is press “on.” Five minutes later I’m sipping happy. Then, I shower, get ready and head to work. Once I’m at work, I head downstairs to meet a friend for…wait for it…coffee. We head to the starbucks located inside my building and depending on how I’m feeling I order either a grande or a venti coffee beverage of some sort.

The "Gold Card"

I have a starbucks rewards card that I continually re-fill so I can get a free drink after every 15 purchases and the baristas all know me by name. I once added up how much money I’ve spent on Starbucks in the past year based on how many free drink coupons I’ve received in the mail. The amount was astonishing and I vowed to never count that number again.

If I’m really having a rough day, I head down to starbucks for a second time around 2:30. Usually for a sweet drink that is loaded with sugar and empty calories, but it. tastes.so.good.

So, last Wednesday when I woke up not feeling well enough to go to work, I called in sick to the office and crawled back into bed. I slept for a few more hours and woke up around 9:00. I went out to the living room to rest on the couch and stared longingly at the coffee pot. I thought to myself “coffee probably won’t help my stomach ache/exhaustion so I guess I’ll pass today.” Not to mention I felt too tired to get up and push the ‘on’ button anyway. My plan was to stay in bed/on the couch for the remainder of the day and get some rest. I fell back asleep again around 1:00. I woke up an hour later with a pounding headache. I am not prone to migraines but to me, this was a migraine. I was miserable. “I must be dying,” I thought to myself. Then I realized, I was having withdrawals. Over the years I have come to recognize what a “caffeine headache” feels like, but I always know just how to fix them. Drink a cup of coffee, duh! In this case, I didn’t want to. I wanted the headache to go away, but I also wanted to feel better and be able to sleep as much so I refrained. I tried advil, lots and lots of water, and sleep. Nothing worked. Basically, I went to sleep that night with the same headache I had at 2:00pm that afternoon.

Thursday morning I woke up headache free, and decided to skip the caffeine again because I thought “maybe this is good for me.” Not to mention I’ve been under a little stress lately and thought the caffeine would only make me more high-strung. So I went another day. And by noon the headache was back and I was on to the advil and massaging my temples as I worked.

Then it was day 3. I thought..”Okay, it’s been 2 days already, why not keep this up. The headaches are gone..I can do this. Bring.It.On.”  But they weren’t gone. They came back each day, just later and later in the days. I took my advil and went on with my day.

I am now on day 5, which is a day I never thought I’d see. I felt good this morning. I woke up, jumped out of bed and didn’t look back. I had energy…without drinking coffee. I think that means I had real engery. Not that simulated, fake energy that caffeine makes you think you have. But real energy. I’ve kept it up all day long and despite a slight pain that is lingering in the back of my head, I feel damn good. Soon the headaches will completely subside and I will no longer be a prisoner to this addiction that I believed was true love. Yes, I will miss all the wonderful things I listed above, but I won’t miss being addicted to something that made me moody and unpleasant in it’s absence. Nor will I miss the afternoon headaches when I haven’t had enough,the stained teeth, or the coffee breath!

My good friend and fellow blogger Britt Hedin has decided to quit with me and is slowly weaning herself off of coffee and energy drinks too. Click here to check out her blog- she might even post about quitting coffee!

I believe this could be the end of a love affair….