The first question that popped in my head upon receiving the whole tea proposition was, “Can I still drink coffee?”
I was never much of a coffee drinker until I took my current job. There’s something about an office setting. The whole cubicle wall/Post-It/pant suit combo voodoo curse that makes one crave hazelnut creamer.
But I was assured that I could still drink coffee, I just needed to make time in the day for three cups of tea. My morning is a Monk’s Blend, then at lunch I have Wuyi Oolong, and the afternoon belongs to Pu-erh Tuo-cha.
Yesterday was my first on the program, and you know what? I didn’t have a single cup of coffee. The curse is broken. And I don’t have to sacrifice a monkey or walk on a bed of hot coals. I mean, I still might, but I’m not obligated to.
Weight loss, watch out. And you watch out, too, Mr. Jojo. Stupid monkey.