So I spent a month without coffee. It was quite interesting.

The first week or two were spent in withdrawal. I was getting nasty headaches everyday at around 2 or 3pm. This was not helped by the bug I had at the time.

In about my third week I was feeling pretty happy with myself, I hadn’t given into temptation and had that “just one cup”. That said I did have a little bit of tiramisu, but with an Italian girlfriend what could I do!

I think it was about three weeks in that I realised I was getting a decent nights sleep. Nodding off shortly after my head hit the pillow, unlike the half an hour or more I would lie awake before that.

My last week was not made any easier by the addition of a new coffee machine for the office. The smell of real, freshly brewed coffee, wafting passed my nose several times a day made things just that little more difficult.

By now I was counting down the days until I could have a drink; looking forward to that inevitable high I was going to get.

When the day finally came (12th October 2011, 14:00) I indulged in the largest Caramel Macchiato that I could get from Starbucks. There was so much caffeine I couldn’t finish it all!

It was certainly an interesting experience and I enjoyed the process of setting myself a challenge. I don’t however intend to give up my coffee full time, but have cut down dramatically.