Note: I am in the process of shutting down three other blogs that I have written over the past five years. As I was cleaning house, before pulling the plug on one, I came upon this story I had written before I had launched Defiant Wellness. I do hope Google doesn’t penalize me for plagiarizing myself. In fact it is an excellent reminder of WHY I decided to change my ways. I hope you enjoy this perverse peek into my past.
After four hours of outdoor pistol competition with some friends I decided to relax with a cup of dark roast coffee at Starbucks. I like to take my MacBook there and get my Hemingway on. Many of my blogposts begin life in the stuffed leather chair at Starbucks.
It was providential, when I ordered my coffee, one of the baristas handed me a free Caramel Machiatto. Have you ever had one? Such a succulent and sweet way to consume coffee. It was a screw-up from someone else’s order. Rather than toss it down the drain, the barista figured he would make someone’s day and give it away as a bonus. There was a time when I would have scarfed it up, but I’ve changed my eating habits and I’ve learned to resist such temptation (most of the time, anyway). So I politely declined and he found an eager customer across the room.
I still remember my last Mocha Frappucino with triple shots of espresso that I used to get at my favorite Starbucks. My barista there makes everything my way. He prides himself on delivering a perfect beverage every time. Two years ago he wasn’t pleased with the way he made my drink so he made me another one. Yeah, I got a freebie. Two-fers! I consumed 800 calories of sugar and cream and six shots of espresso. Was I wired when I got back to my office!
My coffee concoction was free but my afternoon in the Emergency Room suffering from Atrial Fibrillation wasn’t. My barista told me my triple-shot was a drink to die for. He was close, I thank God he wasn’t right.