it’s not what you think. it’s not so much about my love for coffee but it’s the about how i obsess about how much to drink it & when to drink it.
am i drinking too much? is it too late to drink it?
if i drink on an empty stomach, though it seems to curb my appetite at first, hunger strikes out of nowhere. and i’m left to frantically find something to eat and/or gorge on food because the hunger doesn’t subside.
sometimes, if i drink too many cups throughout the day- my mind remains too wired to go to bed.
i absolutely love coffee- black, with cream, with cream and sugar, any which way- the way i drink it just depends on my mood and the type of coffee. but mostly clean with nothing added.
i love the act of drinking- while sitting in a cafe, walking in the park or while getting ready for the day every morning.
i’m obsessed about coffee.
i want to worry less and enjoy more.
obsession. both good and bad.
fortunate happenstance of food & music no. 27