It has been nearly a week since I gave up coffee for Lent.
I must admit that I was very tired and a bit cranky on Ash Wednesday. I did not have the horrific headache that many people told me I might get. My head was a bit fuzzy and I took two aspirin but otherwise showed no real effects.
I think it was not so painful, physically, because I drank mostly de-caf coffee. Still, I must admit that I miss my coffee. My husband, John, and I were driving with our daughter, Elizabeth one day when she was home for spring break. We passed a Dunkin Donuts store and I literally waved at it and sighed. (Yes, a bit dramatic.)
On Sunday morning I wanted my coffee with my newspaper so much. However, I made it. One of the things that keeps me from caving in and having a cup is that I have told so many people about this Lenten effort. I don’t want to say, “I only made it two days!” And, I am stubborn and would be ashamed if I couldn’t put God before coffee for just a few weeks.
Still, it is not easy. I came into work and could smell coffee brewing. I felt sluggish from the change to Daylight Savings Time. I then went out on an assignment and the person we were interviewing had made coffee and banana bread. Temptation is everywhere.
However, I am trying to stick this out. I am like the little engine that could…I think I can, I think I can.
Of course, I also look at the tragedy in Japan and tell myself to get over myself and buck up. A few weeks without coffee is nothing compared the pain of so many others.
So how is your Lent going?