Granulated Vice

Speaking of coffee, my roommate has a new vice. I don’t think my new culinary profession is to blame, but it probably is entirely to blame. He’s had more than a few Blonde Cubans. It started fairly innocently with his tiny little coffee maker and its tiny little coffee pot. The entire time he’s gushing over how good it feels to be jolted up on coffee and how it’s helping him get through a span of long days and nights of recordings. And honestly, I can’t argue with him. As someone who never used to drink any real coffee, it’s almost alarming how much it effects my internal chemistry. It’s what I would imagine it feels like to snort cocaine – my heart rate rises, I start talking really fast (which, as my parents would tell you, is really saying something), I can practically feel the blood pumping through my veins, and I have the inexplicable desire to stand on a balcony ledge wearing terrible eye liner while listening to 70s rock (Forrest Gump). Once after one of my first lattes, I woke up in the middle of the night, 12 hours post latte, my heart racing, sweating, anxious… Panic attack? Nervous breakdown? Schizophrenic onset? No, just espresso. And then I think of all the people who frequent my shop and/or Starbucks multiple times per day. Those who “can’t function” without it and get headaches when they miss a dose. I never ever want to be one of those people, but now I totally understand how it can get there. Just like any drug, you get used to it. Addicted. You need that fix to keep you going.

My roommate’s innocent little habit quickly turned into 3-4 tiny little coffee pots a day. I kept giving him shit for it, but more just for the sport…. until I noticed my sugar jar. You see, my roommate doesn’t just simply drink black coffee, he drinks his coffee on ice with tons of half and half and spoonfuls of sugar. The jar you see pictured above is my sugar jar, which holds just under two pounds. When the roommate first started he was using the extra sugar in the bag that I couldn’t fit into the jar. After working his way through that, he moved to the jar. As you can see, the jar is now over half empty… and it has been less than a month since he started his vice. When I saw the jar, it really hit me just how much daily habits add up. This half-empty jar indicates over a pound of sugar and untold amounts of cream he wouldn’t have otherwise been ingesting were it not for the coffee. When seen from this perspective, it’s pretty harrowing to consider just how much seemingly small habits add up to enormous quantities and consequences. Not to mention all the havoc the effects of the caffeine and the high acidity are wreaking on his body.

What vices (food or otherwise) do you have in your life? I could name roughly 37 food-related ones, but I’m determined to keep coffee off that list. I’m reserving it only for those days when I *really* need the jolt – no more than once a week. I think I already have a headache…

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soxfan4eva September 26, 2013 - 11:53 am

LOL!!! Please do not talk any faster than you already do! OMG, my side is aching from laughing so hard! I think I’ll have my Starbuck’s Double-Shot Light now…

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