Just Say No

That's it -- I'm saying "when." This morning I had what I think was my 6th Iced Raspberry Mocha in the last four days. *cringe* Some were home made, some were Starbucks bought, all were delicious. Until this morning. I sat here at my desk and had what was either an anxiety attack, or a very unhappy reaction to yet another iced mocha. Nausea, heart racing, trouble breathing -- all but the nausea are usual. This leads me to think perhaps my body is trying to tell me that it's had it with the sweet and the caffeine overload. I can't say I blame it -- I do know better.

So, goodbye, my sweet friend. For now we must part, though I'm sure we'll meet again someday, probably in a controlled environment where I can't take advantage of you. Please believe me when I say this is more about me than it is about you.