I’ve been trying to kick my love affair with caffeine for at least the last two years, off and on.
I’ve failed. Miserably. Every single time.
My coffee isn’t the quasi-healthy straight black variation. No, that would be too close to right.
My coffee is laced with dairy, sugar and an abundance of carbs. It’s pretty much a hot milkshake.
I’m almost certain the 400-500 (possibly 600, don’t judge me) calorie consumption in one sitting nullified my super duper effective home variety HIIT workout.
It doesn’t help that I work RIGHT NEXT to a Starbucks. I mean, really, right next to it. 100 feet from my desk is an ever present pick-me-up.
Screw you, coffee. Screw you. You’re the reason I can’t get right.
But on the bright side: I’m thinking this particular coffee break doesn’t count because Starbucks, once again, spelled my name incorrectly.
Completely legit reasoning.
Who is “Erika”?