I gave up coffee this weekend. Not the usual withdrawals for me. No sir. Not one caffeine headache in sight. Instead, I was exhausted. I took a four hour nap on Saturday and then slept Sunday away. Since adrenal fatigue is a chronic problem with me, I thought the detox would strengthen them.
When you consume caffeine, the drug begins its effects by initiating uncontrolled neuron firing in your brain, according to Stephen Cherniske in his book, Caffeine Blues. This excess neuron activity triggers your pituitary gland to secrete a hormone that tells your adrenal glands to produce adrenaline. I don't handle stress well and here I was stressing myself--daily! Granted it was only two cups of coffee a day and perhaps an occasional soda within the month, but it was enough. Bye bye caffeine. Wait and see, wait and see.
Sleep is a symptom of caffeine deprivation.
I was unable to connect to our new internet modem today. Unfortunately, I asked my husband for help. He launched right into the diagnostics, importing set up programs via memory stick, and berating me for not running scan programs. All I suggested was unplugging the power at the modem to reset it.
From first day the new modem arrived, it acted like a best girlfriend in kindergarten demanding exclusivity. It was either his computer or mine that could play with the internet. It is a language problem. I knew that, but left this morning without being able to access Facebook or my Google news since he was enraptured in a testosterone he-man Tarzan haze. No news yet on any success.
I forgot to pack a T shirt in my gym bag. Rats. I knew I was going home and not back out tonight. Put a clean shirt in my bag for tomorrow. I am determined to continue the exercise to limit my pain this winter. Go Team.
I start my vitamin D supplements today. Sunshine in a capsule.
I dream of forests thick with tall trees, dense with vegetation. Leaves turning red as the nights are getting colder. Seasons will change. The scent of wood smoke drifts among the branches. A rutted road carved by the passage of wagons heads easterly. My skirt sweeps a carpet of fallen leaves as I head for home. The setting sun leaves behind an orange sky dappled with dark blue clouds. October is the month of longing for days gone by.
I had three crops of butterflies this year. The parsley is coming back. I wonder where the caterpillars go when the change calls them?
Ah, after a night of indulgence my knees remind me of the decades we have together. Time to replenish fluids and take some pain killers. Drinked, danced and was merry. Life is good.
