Week FOur Hemocode Update - More About Coffee

I talked about my Hemocode food intolerance test HERE.

I knew as soon as the results came out that my biggest obstacle was going to be cutting out/ down on coffee. After week one it was clear that completely cutting out coffee wasn’t going to happen.

In conversation with someone, they said that coffee should probably just be taken out of the tested list all together. I don’t think that should be the case. I like to know what I’m getting into and what I’m doing to myself. Had I not gotten that result, I would still be drinking my normal 6-8 cups a day.

So I’ve cut down on coffee and I’m drinking a ton of spiced black tea to fill the void.

More black tea than you can shake a stick at.

So week 2 was okay. But I was pretty grumpy by the end of the day.

Week three was worse. Every night I came home in a bad mood. One that I couldn’t explain. The bad mood made me focus only on the shittier parts of the day. If I didn’t have any shitty parts of the day, I would search my memory like crazy trying to find something to explain my mood. It was affecting my dinners with ManFriend. I’d be in a bad mood, not feel like talking. He’d ask, and I’d just say “Oh, I’m really tired. Don’t feel like talking.”

Then Friday I had another melt down about my coffee about 3pm. So I went to the coffee shop next door and bought a small one.

I was in a great fucking mood through the end of the day.

I go home and I’m all talkative and happy over dinner. ManFriend, of course, notices the difference and asks about it. Oh, yeah, I’m still tired and can’t wait to hit the sack! But I’m feeling GOOD! And I realize, I had an afternoon coffee that day. I usually come home in decent spirits. I’m not a grumpy person without reason, save general hunger grumps.

Coffee is my Prozac.


Coffee isn’t just about having some sort of caffeine jolt for me. It looks like I use it as a mood regulator.



So my new plan is to have my 1st and 2nd cups of coffee in the early AM, as it helps me stave off hunger until I can grab food. Then I plan to have my third cup around 3 or 4 pm so that I’m not a grumpy ogre when I go home to ManFriend. He doesn’t deserve that. He’s a freakin’ saint.

More updates to follow…