I like tea. I do. But not in the morning. Not to get me fired up for the day.
My favorite part of getting up in the morning is the smell of the coffee brewing...so earthy and smooth. I used to drink it with a flavored creamer, but nixed that while trying to cut down some calories and chemicals. I still miss creamer. It's been over a year. Can you tell I don't take to change very well?
But I adjusted to just drinking it black. You can really taste the coffee that way. So dark and pungent and beautiful. Coffee was my business partner and my best-friend-pick-me-up. Coffee said "GO!". Coffee woke me up and kicked me in the butt...in a good way.
Til a few weeks ago.
Apparently when I am under stress, drinking a whole bunch of coffee doesn't always work. Instead of it getting me fired up for the day, I just felt a painful burning fire in my stomach and throat.
So. I am rocking out the tea. Which really means I am pouring myself a cup of tea in the morning with a really bad attitude and overflowing resentment at the way coffee betrayed me.