Yesterday morning, I decided to quit tea for good. And it was one of the best decision of my life.
And I survived, almost fourteen hours since the sweeping declaration, almost thirty hours without tea. I was feeling quite proud of myself. But then, after dinner, my head started to spin, my eyes were blurry and my first instinct was: I should make a cuppa tea.
I know, such a poor resolve I have.
And it was not a good decision on my part. I drank a cuppa around 11:30 PM and lay awake the rest of the night. At first, I enjoyed the solitude and relative quiet, then I started fussing over having to wake up early the next day for a one-on-one meeting, and then I started to blame that cuppa.
The truth is, I was probably too restless to sleep, but I was also upset that I couldn’t stick to my resolution, and that I caved under craving.
And that I couldn’t sleep until the rest of the world was wide awake and started their day.
Sometime after six o’clock, my eyes gave way, and I said to myself:
That’s not how you do it, hon!
Shabana Mukhtar