Funny that the day after I had to tell the world about my addicition to Starbucks, I decide a tad less caffeine in my diet would be a good thing. In fact, anyone who's met me for more than a few nanoseconds would probably agree this is a prudent move.
I am not quitting.
I'm shooting for a total of one 8 oz caffeinated beverage a day or less. I've had half today. I'm saving the other half for my daily meditation in the Worthington Starbucks. It is where I pick up a beverage, breath deep and get ready for the daycare pickup, sprint home, dinner prep, walk the incontinent dog from hell, eat, walk dog again, shuttle Frankie around the block on her bike, feed the cat (like he deserves it) and start the nighttime routine (bath, vid, books, bedtime, walk the neurotic dog again) and things then quiet down for the final 5 minutes before we pass out.
Yeah, I could use less caffeine. We'll see how that goes.