Anyone that has been reading this blog lately will know that sleep has been a rather dire affair in my house. The one consistent thing that never fails to cheer me up though, no matter how little shut eye I have had, is a cup of freshly brewed, strong, black organic coffee.
Although I am a devout coffee drinker, I have had two attempts at giving it up in the last couple of years. The first time was at the beginning of 2013, after being told I had become intolerant of it, and needed a three month exclusion before I could reintroduce it. Fortunately this worked for me, and I started drinking one cup a day again after just two months without a problem. The second time was when I started GAPS Intro mark two last Summer; I weaned myself off over the course of a week so I didn’t suffer the horrendous headaches and general feeling of meh like I did the previous time.
I coped just fine but I really missed it, and have come to realise that I absolutely adore the stuff.
In the last few months three of my friends have quit coffee, and it has stirred up thoughts that I should do the same. I’m such a sucker for always wanting to do the right thing, and in my heart of hearts know that caffeine can’t be great for me in the long run.
Then my husband, ever the voice of reason, pointed out that I exist on f*** all sleep, and have three challenging children to contend with all day. Now is not the time to be giving up one of my main sanity savers! Plus I’d worked so hard on my diet this past 18 months, why give it up unless I had to?
My daughter’s overall intolerance list has dramatically improved, but eggs and cows dairy are still a problem for her (I’ll write about that separately).
Dare I say it, GAPS has worked. Cured me even.
I certainly feel better than ever before, and have done for a long time now. But do you know what my cynical mind’s first thought was upon seeing these results? That they must be wrong!
“You’ve worked so hard”, said my dear husband for the hundredth time, “why can’t you just enjoy the results?”
Good question, why can’t I?
I am just fabulous at dishing out advice to anyone that asks for it, usually telling them to not be so hard on themselves in the process. I’m not so great at taking my own medicine though, and giving myself a break.
So I’m vowing to do just that, and am writing it here to hold myself to account.
Life with small children is hard work, and becomes even tougher once you add autism to the equation, not to mention severe long term sleep deprivation. Just surviving to tell the tale most evenings is enough to be celebrated.
Now is NOT the time to be giving up something I enjoy so much.
What are your sanity savers? I’d love to hear from you in the comments section!