black coffee

My family never, in a million years, will believe this. All of my life, I've been a cream-in-my-coffee addict. So much so, that the whole time I've known Jim, I only buy coffeemate coconut or amaretto flavored creamer. If I can't have cream in the morning, I either drive to the store late at night, or don't make coffee.
Since August, loosing 36 pounds has prompted me to cut corners here and there, but the non-negotiables were beer and cream. They were never leaving my diet. Then I stayed over at a friends house, hungover the next morning, desperately in need of caffeine for the 3 hour drive home, and she didn't have any cream, or milk. I drank black coffee.
At school all year I've been envious of our music department single cup krups machine because I don't have any fat free cream at school. So, one slow tired day, I made black coffee.
And this morning, remembering those two incidents, I decided to voluntarily drink it at home, with sweetener. It's an entirely different beast, a beast which I think I'm starting to enjoy.