That’s it. I’m going off the coffee, People.

I’m sure some of you are horrified that I’m preg and consuming it still. Hey, judge not, ya’ll. Judge not.

I’ve never been a huge coffee drinker, but I like my cup of coffee every day. Guru gave me one of his old single-cup Italian espresso makers … the old school kind where you actually have to put the water and grounds in and heat it on the stove.

Remember those? Seems they’re becoming pretty obsolete, which puzzles me. I’ve tried Nespresso and Keurig and all the other fancy shmancy coffee machines out there. I’ll take my old school ways. I don’t think there’s a comparison on the flavor. Sure, it’s more convenient, but to me, it’s simply not worth it. And. I am not going to drink coffee with fake added flavors.

I vowed to immediately cut the coffee when I found out I was preg.

That lasted for about three days, till I found loads of coffee safe validation on the interwebs and my doctor told me it was okay but not to exceed 200mg/day … basically I’d probably be safe around 10-12 ounces.

No biggie, because I can’t even drink 8oz. And I wanted to play it safe since it is Espresso I drink. So I cut my intake back to 4-ounces, probably more like six with added milk. Even with that, I typically only drink half.

And promptly have been feeling like shit. If I feel like shit, what’s FOH feeling like? Allow me not to ponder that too long.

I really think I have, especially since becoming preg, a sudden caffeine intolerance. I straight up feel weird. Like foggy, tired, yet with jitters. Horrible combination.

So I’m ready to go all natural. Meaning teas. Nothing too drastic here. Speaking of drastic. This weather is just ridiculous. This will be the fourth day in a row that I haven’t been able to get out and walk Murph. That’s how damn cold it is.

Which you know has to mean fing cold, because I never miss a day to walk. I’m hoping here in another week we’ll at least be in the 20s and I can get back out. In the meantime, I’ve been doubling up on yoga and lots of kettlebell swings. It’s probably good for me to be switching things up a bit.

But I so miss getting outside in the fresh air and that magic moment when movement and breath happen in the outdoors.