Today, 2 scoops regular and 4 scoops decaf. The morning was great. My mood was as cheerful as the bluebird sky over the valley, and I took my usual 10-mile bike ride. I wished I'd had a helmet cam to capture how beautiful our valley is. There's just a hint of green sprouting and everybody seemed to be out enjoying the warm weather. I saw about 8 canoes floating down Roaring River. Even the cows seemed happy. Yay, caffeine!
Five hours later, I took about 50 steps inside Wal-Mart and suddenly felt weak and noodly. I pushed on, shortening my list in my head. It felt like how I think sudden low blood sugar would feel. I grabbed a Powerade off a shelf thinking this has to fix things. It helped, but I still felt weird.
It wasn't until I was halfway home, after I'd stopped in a church parking lot to dig some crackers and cheese out of my bags, that caffeine crash occurred to me. My first thoughts were: I must really hate shopping (I like the idea of it, but I take one step inside a store crowded with chocolate bunny-seeking people and I want to turn and run) or I have a weird disease with intermittent symptoms.
I'm still not sure, but my increasing scoops sure coincided with afternoon weirdness. I'm going to have to journal this journey to find out for sure. Maybe tomorrow I'll go back to one scoop.
