Two Cups of Coffee

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England Lake Region Gate
Cow saying goodbye from the Lake Region, England, 1995

I can’t help it: I love coffee. It sends me ricocheting off the walls whenever I drink it, but, after a cupped handful of mountain spring water, there is no other drink that quite fills the spot. There is something about the bitter, furry bite that greets the mouth with a hospitality not unlike a warm embrace from a lover, and the desire for more never quite slips away, no matter how much you resolve to abstain. Walk into a room pulsing with the musk of coffee and, like the scent of a lover’s body, the antennae in your brain spring up and the floor turns to clouds.

With my diabetes I really shouldn’t be drinking the stuff, and for the most part I restrain myself. But occasionally the gastronomic bad boy in my taste buds gulls me into adultery against the jug of fresh lemon-flavored water in my refrigerator. I woke up this morning unrepentant after a brief affair with two cups of coffee last night, which kept me up half the night, half delirious and lusting for more.

To my dismay I found the coffee jar empty when I attempted to steal one last sip a little while ago. All that was left were the mug and the spoon. Even a look through the rest of the kitchen drawers provided no relief.

4 Responses

  1. pica

    The last time I drank coffee in profusion I had a panic attack and have rarely had any since. It was too frightening.

    Tea, on the other hand: I drink at least two POTS before work in the morning and then green tea at work (which gets progressively weaker as the day grows on; I just add more and more water to the mug…).

    My current addiction (the one I’m trying to shake, not the tea one) is sugar. I don’t take it in tea but at three pm I’m definitely craving it. In any form. It’s a tough one.

  2. butuki

    Whoa, Jenny, some of those facts in your link really can shake up the dream of caffeine! But it’s important to know, too. I’ve been restraining myself from coffee since then. Better for me anyway.

    Pica, when I got diabetes, for a while I stopped all consumption of sugar, more than eight months. To my amazement when I tried to eat something sweet again eight months later, even something only minutely sweet, it was so excrutiating that I had to spit it out. Even today I only eat sweet things very occasionally and mostly they are much too sweet for comfort. Luckily things in Japan are rarely sweetened as much as they are in the States so the temptation doesn’t rise as often as it would in the States. When my mother sends me special, low-calorie “diabetes bars” from the States I’m always shocked by just how sweet they are. I wonder if Americans realize just how addicted they are to things sweet. Would you be able to stop eating sweet things for six months and then try and see if you can eat them again afterwards? I think you would be amazed!

  3. jo

    Have you tried low-carbing? I cut out ALL grains and root vegetables, but have 20 grams of chocolate per day, and 2 grams of sugar in my whipped cream. (to save my sanity :-).
    After 6 years I am still on diet and exercise alone.