The first step is admitting you have a problem.
I fessed up to my complete and utter caff compulsion quite some time ago. Convinced I would live in lifelong subservience to Diet Dew and Mochachinos, never once have I tried to kick the habit, other than the few college-induced days of poverty when I had no choice but to cut consumption in half.
Now, however, I'm in "grown up" world and there are days in which the only warm-fuzzy thought that greets me at my desk in the morning is the pending run down to the basement vending machine...where the sweet, sweet nectar of my existence awaits. Crisp. Cold. Spendy, but cheerfully caffeinated.
That cheer has officially been ripped from my now shaky hands. My boss, a health nut, has convinced me to give it up.
Tonight marks 48 hours, caffeine free.
So far the only side effects I've encountered are headaches, muscle aches, inability to concentrate, fatigue, irritability, slight nausea and one 13 hour nap (not exaggerating).Oh, and that one fleeting moment where I pondered shoving Bic pens in both my eyes and my temples. And then taking a sick day.