Quiting the black nectar - again

Well, after having totally quit coffee for a time and then having reintroduced it in a very controlled way, I managed to lose control of the beast over the last few months and was back up to my former 3-5 double allongés per day.  I love the whole experience of coffee, from the process of making it, to the smell to the taste and texture of a good espresso.  So I'm not willing to give it up completely.  It is one of my vices that I am sticking to.  But I finally had to fess up to the fact that I was no longer in control.  So I have once again quit!  Cold turkey.  For a time at least.  My plan is to go at least one month without, and then to add on once per week coffee day.  This is what I did the first time around (except the cold turkey period was more on the order of two months) and it worked quite well.

My wife asked me why I don't just ween myself off gradually.  I don't know if it is a male - female thing or just a peculiarity of my personality, but I can't ween.  I have to go all or nothing.  So last Monday morning I had my last cup.  The subsequent days were slightly less pleasant than normal.  I could tell that things were "off."  But it certainly wasn't unbearable.  I attribute that largely to the fact that the rest of my daily living is quite clean and my training is very balanced.  Plus, I don't have a lot of big stressors in my life.

One thing that was quite noticeable happened though during a fast (I'm still practicing Intermittent Fasting à la Eat Stop Eat).  In the hours near the end of the fast I got really cold in conditions in which I would normally feel quite comfortable.  I just could not get warm.  Once I broke my fast I got warm again.  I have fasted again since and did not get the same effect.  Could just be a fluke but I have a feeling it had something to do with quiting the juice.

Anyhow, now things are rolling along quite nicely.  I'm drinking lots of green and white tea, and one black tea in the morning.  The only time I really miss the joe is when I first come downstairs in the morning.  A cup of black tea is just not the same as the experience of a truly good coffee.  But I bet my adrenals are thanking me for the break!