Something monumental has happened, friends. Something so unexpected, so un-Kristen-like. I don’t quite know who I am anymore.
You ready for it?
I drank coffee…and I liked it.
That’s right. After 28 years of a coffee-free living style, I’ve succumbed to the welcoming comfort of a hot cup of coffee. So now when I meet friends for coffee, I won’t always have to order tea or a chai latte and get that slightly condescending look from a barista for not ordering coffee at a coffeeshop.
(Meeting for coffee always reminds me of this line from my favorite movie, Good Will Hunting.)
S: Maybe we could go out for coffee sometime…
W: Great, or maybe we could go somewhere and just eat a bunch of caramels.
As a coffee newbie, I’ll have plenty to learn about as I experiment with different blends and preparation methods. What are your favorites? Teach me!
In other news, my puppy remains ridiculously adorable. Nim’s latest habit is sleeping in my closet while I get ready for work. It used to be that he’d sit and watch me do my hair and make-up, but for the past two weeks, he’s chosen to curl up under some skirts and snooze. What a life.
We’ve reached November, which means my experimental period of gluten-free living is complete. The results: it helped. A lot. Which is great…and awful at the same time. I’m thankful that I have more energy and feel better. But friends, I am so sad about giving up things like homemade bread, pizza, and big bowls of pasta. Ugh. It’s going to take some time to adjust my grocery shopping habits, meal planning, and eating socially without becoming the annoying person with a gluten intolerance. I know, I know…just accept it and get over it. But for now, my gratitude is mixed in with a little bit of sadness. I’m trying not to look at it as something being wrong with me. In turn, I’m trying to view it as my attempt to take better care of my body. I’ll get used to being the girl in the room who politely turns down a slice of birthday cake (…while everyone else enjoys their beautiful slice of chocolate cake from La Baguette. Sigh.). But it’s going to be hard for awhile.