A habit that began at age twelve. One fed by my mother who brought me coffee in bed every morning throughout my teenage years.
An addiction. Something I needed to wake up every morning. Something I got withdrawal from if I didn’t get my fix.
More than just a habit or an addiction, though, coffee was a part of m, a coffee gene if you will.
My desire for coffee defined me like nothing else. The rich, creamy brew lured me to activity. It encouraged interaction. It simply had to be more than just a stimulating beverage.
Developing the Coffee Habit
Before this daily habit started, I sipped from my parents’ daily habits. My 6’4” dad used to say, “Coffee will stunt your growth. Good thing.” He started drinking coffee at age twelve too. The coffee gene runs deep in my family.
In sixth grade, we sang the “COFFEE” song. I remember being resentful of a song with which I did not agree. After all, how could I know “coffee is not for me” at age 11? Didn’t really matter anyway. I already knew I liked coffee.
In college, I worked at 7:30AM every Saturday morning. When I realized I never saw my co-workers until after 10:00AM and at least four cups of coffee, I finally fully realized the impact the beverage had on my morning personality.
Grown Up Coffee Habit
I remember needing a cup of coffee so badly at work one morning, I skipped cleaning out my mug from the day before. Maybe the hot liquid would dissolve the brown crust on the bottom of the mug and kill any lingering germs. Turns out coffee mugs are a major source of bacteria. Now, my mugs are usually clean.
At age 26, I got pregnant with my oldest son and lost my craving for coffee (along with a desire for food in general). Maybe I no longer needed to drink coffee every morning. But, when my son was six months old and stopped nursing, back to the addiction I obediently went.
Conceding the Coffee Habit
At some point, I gave up trying to give up coffee. I simply decided I could not overcome the power of that aroma that seemed to be everywhere. The mall, restaurants, church… I couldn’t get away. Time to finally admit I didn’t want to get away.
I was never shy about admitting my addiction to coffee. With the onslaught of coffee houses throughout the country, I realized I was not the only person living under the direction of a coffee gene.
Balancing the Coffee Habit
About 25 years after the addiction began, my body demanded I make some significant health changes. One of the culprits, you probably guessed it, was my coffee habit. With my adrenals in overload, I better understood the negative impact of a high level of caffeine constantly in my system.
The past five years have produced an amazing change in my health through a variety of factors, not the least of which is breaking the coffee habit. Drinking coffee is now a deliberate choice and not a need that controls my personality.
I think I actually enjoy coffee more now than when I drank it constantly. Coffee shop outings are a treat, as is an extra cup or two on the weekend. In fact, “Let’s Have Coffee” now exists as more than just an addiction-feeding frenzy. My coffee habit now serves to connect my life in many highly beneficial ways. And I’m glad for this evolution of my coffee habit over the past 30 years.