As part of my gradual embrace of a more healthy style of living, I’ve decided I need to reduce my coffee consumption. No, I am not making this up.

This is scary, folks. “Blair Witch” scary. Cuz me without coffee isn’t pretty. That’s why it’s reducing instead of eliminating. So it’s like eating diet Ben and Jerry’s – still blasphemous, but better than the alternative of going cold turkey.

Yesterday was my start. I had three mugs of coffee. By “mug” I mean, of course, one of these puppies, which is probably 2 or 3 coffee cups. But that’s OK. Cuz on a normal day? (and damn I say ‘cuz’ a lot) on a normal day I easily consume six to eight of these mugs of coffee. Yes, we’re talking I probably drink two POTS of coffee on a ‘normal’ day. And based on my limited research and life experience, that might be a bit much.

So, wish me luck. If I seem more depressed, more psychotic than normal – let’s just blame the (lack of) coffee, shall we?