My Matcha Obsession: Explained (AKA, Why Coffee Broke My Heart)

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Let’s take it back—high school me, clutching a to-go coffee like it was a personality trait. I drank coffee for years. I loved the smell, the routine, the whole "don’t talk to me until I’ve had my cup" vibe. It felt like a rite of passage into adulthood.

But here’s the twist: coffee never loved me back.

Sure, at first it gave me energy. But over time, it started turning on me—slowly and sneakily. I started noticing my face would puff up after drinking it. Not the cute "flushed and caffeinated" look. I’m talking alarmingly swollen, should-I-be-concerned? kind of puffy. Add in the severe GI issues (and I don’t mean the normal “coffee makes you run to the bathroom” kind—we’re talking full-on chaos), and things started spiraling.

Then came the hard stop.

I’ll never forget the day. I had just finished a coffee while out in public with my now-husband. Within minutes, I felt off. My heart was racing, my stomach turned inside out, and I got so dizzy I nearly fainted right there in front of him. It was terrifying for both of us—and from that moment on, I knew: me and coffee were DONE.

Enter: Matcha. The green queen. My plant-powered soulmate. 💚

At first, I’ll admit—it was an acquired taste. It’s earthy. It’s a little grassy. But once I gave it a real chance, something clicked.

Matcha didn’t wreck my stomach. It didn’t puff up my face. It gave me energy, without the chaos. The L-theanine kept me calm and focused. No jitters, no crashes. Just me, my cup of green joy, and a new kind of ritual that felt gentle—nourishing, even.

Now, matcha is part of my daily rhythm.

  1. I make it at home with love
  2. I froth it with half/half or coconut milk, maybe add a little vanilla if I’m feeling fancy
  3. I hunt down coffee shops like I’m on a mission, always trying new versions and ranking them like it’s a sport.

It’s more than a drink—it’s a ritual.

Matcha is how I start my mornings with intention. It reminds me to slow down, to sip slowly, to be gentle with my body. After everything my gut has been through, finding something that energizes me without hurting me is kind of a big deal.

So no, I don’t miss coffee. Not even a little bit.

Matcha and I? We’re in it for the long haul. 💚

🫶 If you’ve ever had to say goodbye to something your body just couldn’t tolerate anymore—you’re not alone. And hey, if you’re a fellow matcha lover (or just curious), tell me your favorite way to make it! I’m always looking for new inspo.

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