This time next week I will be sitting behind the desk at my dad's house, listening to Bach and drinking coffee. It's a real bugger that according to my nutrition beliefs coffee is the devil, because I love coffee, I adore it, that one cup a day. Just the one cup. Hm. It makes me so much more well-equipped to face my day of corporate drudgery and personal hassle (both of those are temporary states caused by my move).
When I give up on my temporary bad habits (bad food, erratic sleeping, no exercise), I will not give up coffee. To hell with the Optimum Nutrition Bible. There is only so much I will sacrifice. I'll just go swimming instead, ok?