It's been an interesting one to say the least. I started drinking coffee in college when I started smoking. I was dual-majoring and working and tried to have a

It's been an interesting one to say the least. I started drinking coffee in college when I started smoking. I was dual-majoring and working and tried to have a life too, so burning the candle at 3-ends. I switched to just black at my first internship where I had to get up at 4:30am For 6 or so years I was reliant on it, at least two cups and usually 3 a day. When I was burning out I would be at 5 or 6. It would get to the point where I needed it to just function and I didn't know who I was without it. But for the last month and a half I haven't had a full cup. I quit coffee (and a few other additive things) really just to exercise my discipline and to not need anything. The first day I went to a single cup. Then I switched to half a cup for the first week. It was really tough as I went through withdrawals: eye and lip twitches, real bad irritability, and having to have a steel will as it's all I could think about. Now, I can have it as I please and not miss it if I don't have it. The smell is still wonderful but I don't want to go back.