I went most of my life determined not to drink coffee. I came from a Navy family, and my mom and dad both drank at least ten cups of coffee a day. Of course, they smoked like chimneys, too.
But I have always been fearful of any kind of addiction, and avoided cigarettes for the same reason.
But back around 2015, I began to drink coffee every day. One cup. First thing in the morning. I can definitely tell when I don’t drink a cup.
My feelings on this: You can die in a car crash, a heart attack, falling in a shower, and cancer of some kind, or...you can just have lousy genes.
I pay zero attention to any of these things “experts” tell you about food. But I know people who jerk around like a yo-you on the basis of pronouncements like this.
I say: Live your life.
I love to drink hot chocolate, but coffee, I just couldn’t get the hang of it, and I’m not kidding when I say that one sip means a very quick to the bathroom. It would always go right through me.