On a Monday, I find it especially apropos to choose COFFEE! I am a coffee lover. I mean, I. LOVE. COFFEE. I like the way it smells, I love it's taste, I like how it makes me feel. I like iced coffee, espresso, lattes...but my favorite way to have coffee is to brew a strong cup of Kona and add half and half. I go through a 1/2 gallon of half and half every two weeks. I'm ADDICTED. It's so bad that when we run out of half and half, my kids say we're having a CODE WHITE and I will knock people down to get to Publix to buy more. I will give up snacks, dinner, and paper towels before I give up my two to three cup a day habit.
This morning, I got dressed to go for my run. I ground the beans, measure the water, turned the coffee pot on, and left. When I came back, I was tired and sweaty but all I wanted was my coffee. I stood in the kitchen, kicked my Nikes off, and happily sighed as I sipped its warmth. No sugar for me in my coffee, and I was like that even before I was diagnosed with diabetes. Luckily, I haven't had to skip my habit, although my physician says I should choose decaf...but I don't even understand the point of decaf!
However, I don't just love coffee on Mondays. I have it every day. I had it when I was pregnant. I've had it when I am sick. One of my favorite things in the world is to go out with a friend, order a coffee, and sit and chat. Even Mr. R and I do that! What's funny is, my mom and sister do not drink coffee. I don't know if my biological dad did. You know who I learned my habit from? My stepmom, Pam! I was 14 when my little sister was born, and I spent three weeks with them the summer Kristin was born. Pam taught me how to brew coffee, as she was up nursing the baby a lot. That was my first experience with babies up at night; I learned to love the dark brew pretty quickly.