I drink far too much coffee. On a good day I drink three or four mugs of the stuff; on a bad day it can be seven or eight. I am one of those people who can’t function in the morning without at least one cup in my system. After two, I can remember my kids names!
I’ve drank coffee since I was at sixth form, but my addiction really started when I was at uni. I had a weekend job at Starbucks and I certainly made the most of the free coffee! It was there I began to appreciate coffee. Before then I’d only drank instant stuff, and hadn’t realised that different blends and roasts could taste so different. My drink of choice became a skinny vanilla latte, with an extra shot of espresso.
These days I prefer Costa. There is a Costa in our local shopping centre, which we walk through at least four times a day to catch the bus to and from school. Once a week or so, Alex, Benjamin and me stop off for a sneaky drink. Alex loves his babyccinos!
At home, we do tend to stick to instant coffee. Graham isn’t a massive coffee fan, and I would drink way too much if I made a pot just for myself. Once in a while, I will treat myself though! I would absolutely love one of those coffee pod machine or an espresso machine. I’ve been doing a bit of research into some of the best coffee grinders.
I have tried cutting down slowly. When I was pregnant I tried going cold turkey, but that made me feel so rubbish and I had horrible headaches. I’m trying to replace the odd one with a cup of tea instead, and instead of having a massive heaped teaspoon of coffee, I am down to just a normal teaspoon. It doesn’t worry me too much though. It doesn’t affect my sleep in the slightest, I don’t feel jittery or restless or any other symptoms of drinking too much. I don’t smoke, I don’t drink alcohol very often, so I’ll allow myself this one ‘addiction’.