I used to think I was born to drink coffee. There was nothing like the dark, bitter smell of coffee brewing in my kitchen to get my eyes open in the morning. But I was in denial for a long time about how my body has trouble processing coffee. I have struggled with anxiety, headaches, IBS, and while coffee probably isn't the only culprit, I finally decided to eliminate it to see if it helped.
I don't know about you, but I come from a culture of coffee drinkers. The smell and the taste, the feeling of the warm mug in my hands, are part of every past experience; long drives, study sessions, meetings, church services, breakfasts with friends, long talks at coffee shops, rainy days with a good book. It ran like the blood in my veins. I could not give up coffee happily or easily. But give it up I did.
I switched from coffee to tea, and began to build an entire morning routine around it.
I keep my teabags in pretty jars, one for decaf and a one for regular. Even the regular black tea has a lot less caffeine than coffee. It takes a lot more to help me wake up in the morning, but I don't get jitters or the crash after it wears off.
Here are some of my current teas. I keep a lot on hand because I like the variety. I especially like the ones that have vanilla or chocolate flavors because they remind of drinking a latte in a coffee shop.
I have a few teas that screw up the system because there aren't wrappers on the tea bags. I have to leave them in the box. I try not to buy teas this way, but these two are really, really good.
I pick from my cupboard of misfit mugs. My choice is always deliberate. The size of the mug, the shape of the handle, the color...it just depends on my mood.
Sometimes I drink it black, sometimes I add a little milk. But never sweetener. There is nothing worse to me than sweetened tea.
It's dark, creamy, warm, caffeinated...it could almost pass for coffee. Well, not really. But I've learned to appreciate it anyway.