I am on my third cup of tea so far this morning, and I feel great.
I mean, I’m a little jittery (and man, do I have to use the washroom) but otherwise, I’m great! If you, invisible-Mother-Nature-type who lurks in the back of my head and tries to force me to make healthy decisions, really want me to be healthy, you’re going to have to let me have my caffeine.
Actually, you better pass me that bag of tortilla chips, too.
Seriously, how do the health nuts of Vancouver do it? How do they drink a few beers and not crave a giant plate of nachos with extra cheese? Maybe they’re not drinking beer. But I refuse to give that up either. I will not compromise my inebriated happiness for six-pack abs! Haha…give up one six-pack for another…Oh god, easy on the tea there, buddy.
There are those who claim exercise can become addictive, and that if you get in the habit, your body will crave it. These people need a drink more than I do.
