As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I can’t really speak for how the tea is effecting my metabolism. I might be paler than one of the salamanders they find in caves with no eyeballs, but my digestive system is not transparent. Though at the last weigh in, I was leading the pack in the FatOff with a triumphant 14 pounds.
I’m very aware of the side effects of drinking three teas during the day. One being the power of the cup.
I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about walking around the office with a cup in your hand. Part of it is like walking around a party with a cocktail. You feel cool and slick. Pointing to people with your cup hand and giving that temp Becky a wink. “Hey, I’m feeling good. I’m drinking tea.” It’s that comfortable smoothness that says I have a beverage.
But there’s also the added benefit of the sip. Whenever your boss asks you the status of those files you used as a placemat for your lean cuisine meal and forgot to finish, you can take a drink of Assam Gold and give yourself a chance to come up with the perfect excuse. “I’m just waiting for a phone call back from H&B on some numbers, and they’ll be all set.”
My only problem now is that I don’t have a mug. So far I’ve been using the paper cups that come with our single serving coffee machine. They’re adequate. They hold tea and don’t burn my hand. But what I really want is a mug that says something. Literally. With a cool phrase across the side. Part of me wants to go the ironic route and get “Worlds Greatest
Grandma” but I’m sure there’s something else out there even better.
The search begins.