I’ve been trying — operative word: trying — to incorporate healthier habits into my life for the last 25 years few months. Since last fall I’ve been taking herbal vitamins almost daily, and last month I started getting off the elevator 3, then 4 flights, down from mine and walking up the stairs each morning. I’m also drinking more water more regularly and, yes, yet again trying to get into some kind of workout routine.
One of the other things I just discovered is a genuine liking of tea — white tea, to be exact.
Mind you, I have seldom tolerated regular — what is that, black? — tea, and I learned pretty quickly that I despise green tea. Blech. This is all very strange for me, see, because for the last 20 years I’ve been a coffee drinker.
Two weeks ago, however, I had a seasonal bug that rid me of my taste for coffee. (Let’s just say I had been toying with the idea of doing one of those herbal detox cleanses…and, well, um, my body did a fine job by itself for 4 days straight. TMI?) Anyway, I barely had an appetite for anything and coffee wasn’t even on my list of needs or wants. After I got over being ill I realized I didn’t really want it anymore, so I decided to investigate some white tea, which I keep reading about: still get a bit of a caffeine buzz, has oodles of antioxidants, etc.*
I have to admit that I’ve been drinking a white chai tea with other spices in it, so I’m not really sure if it’s giving me the pure white tea experience. But I like it. That’s not to say I wouldn’t mind a cup of good coffee with a yummy dessert or breakfast once in a while, but after 2 weeks without it, it’s not the first thing to come to mind in the morning. It’s funny, as I think back I started drinking coffee a lot when I first started working (to get me up at 5 to catch a 6-something train into NYC from my parents’ suburban NJ home where I lived), then through the early child-rearing stages (to keep me coherent while working and to prevent my speaking to adults with phrases like “how’s my little boo-boo?” or “do you need to go potty?”), and more recently to keep me up so I could write my novel and blog (to…well, you get the point).
Come to think of it, coffee has symbolized my tired state of being these last several years. In fact, I was starting to drink the free, but horribly bad, coffee each morning at work…black. Yikes. I’m hoping white tea, water, and whatever else will symbolize a new, renewed leash on life.
Now, if I could only get 8 hours of sleep each night. Watch out then!
*Note that there are probably an equal number of studies that show coffee is good or better for you, so I take some of these things with a grain of salt. Which brings me to my liking to salt my food a bit too much…