(No, seriously, I have eaten this EXACT SAME MEAL no less than four times in the last six days.)
So, I decided to cut back.
I was very firm in this decision. That is, until about 4:00 today, when a searing pain began to tear through my head that felt something akin to my skull being pinned between a large truck tire and lots of pavement. And I began screaming at the dog in a volume that I haven't used in a very long time. And when I tried to sit down and pay some bills, I found myself teary-eyed, frustrated, and ready to throw something (I know, I know... but really, I'm working on myself here people. Cut me some slack.)
So, you know, that's when I found myself with a warm cup of coffee in hand and a fresh new outlook on this recent decision to cut out the world's most delicious substance.
I call it "Baby Steps".