"Why today!?", I shouted as I shook my fist in the air, cursing the sky.
I fell to my knees, my body limp and spiritless, hurt and sobbing like a baby that had just been spanked by its Nana.
Why did the red cups have to come today? Of ALL days, why TODAY???
If you are an extreme mocha-head like me, you know what I'm talking about. The Starbucks red cups. Every year, they are unleashed sometime between Halloween and Thanksgiving. In my world, the red cups signify that the holiday season is here and in full swing. Hot steamy Gingerbread Lattes and Cinnamon Stick Cappuccinos are only the tip of the froth of it.
Today is the first day of my new eating lifestyle. I did great, fended off starches and sugars and took in more water than Nemo. I even got on the treadmill and pumped my heart rate up to 145! But by the time I was done, I had a pounding headache that started at the inside of my left nostril and wrapped around to the back of my head. My body must have been in shock from lack of caffeine. I usually ride off of 4-6 espressos a day. Today I had zilch.
I got home from work, ate some steak and veggies, took some Aleve and didn't feel any better. Theresa stopped by to say hi and I made her take me to Starbucks for a small cup of decaf to take the edge off. As soon as we pulled in the parking lot, I saw them. The red cups!
Who can resist the red cups? Not only do they mean delicious seasonal coffee drinks throughout the land, but they also radiate a cozy happy "must go shopping" kind of feeling. Seeing the red cups makes me want to hug my children and go out and buy bright red wrapping paper that has embossed little holly designs on it. Red cups make me want to knit a pair of mittens and give them to the homeless man sleeping on the bench. Red cups make me want to light my fireplace.
Red cups make me want to drink Gingerbread Lattes that are the size of Thirstbusters!
So much for my first day. I broke down and ordered one - a double shot grande Gingerbread Latte, (skim milk/no whipped). I have to find a happy medium here, people. If I give in to the red cups the way my soul wants me to, my diet won't work. I may as well give it up. What's Christmas without coffee? May as well become Scrooge.
Tears are welling up in my eyes, swear to God. I'm frightened because I can avoid Starbucks, but I can't avoid the red cups. People will be sipping from them everywhere I go for the next two months!
It would be easier to handle if I had seen them tomorrow, at least I would somewhat settled in to my new routine. My critical thinking skills would have been on the front burner.
Oh well, at least my headache is gone. :-)
peace, respect & glitter.
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