About three months or so (three months, 14 days and 5 hours — you know, or so), I made the commitment to kick cocktails to the curb.

As a happy accident, I’ve also almost entirely given up tobacco, given that my only real cravings for cigarettes came when I had a beer in my hand.

Years upon years of two bad habits axed in one combined effort.

Not bad for a body who, not too long ago, considered saying goodbye to either — or practicing any moderation — a fair exercise in futility.

But a girl’s got to have some vices. After all, I’m not dead. Only then will my desire to overindulge — in something, anything — truly be behind me.

Who knows? It’s possible I’ll just haunt obsessively — the first spirit in history to be exorcised simply for being annoying.

“Let the ‘boo!’ bit go, Katie, it’s seriously enough, ” I can imagine the living saying. “Every night with this stuff. It’s not healthy. Have you thought about getting a hobby?”

As I’m still around, however, I’ve had to make due with choosing more earthly compulsions in my former vices’ wake — namely: Shopping, sugar and coffee.

And since one of the side effects I most hoped for in giving up alcohol was weight loss, I’m really trying to wean myself off the sugar now, too.

The shopping, well that only works as long as I have money in the bank, so it sort of controls itself. Or at least it’s starting to, one couch, a sideboard and four unnecessary armchairs later.

Which leaves coffee. Beautiful, minimally caloric, highly caffeinated, delicious-hot-or-cold, now-up-to-about-eight-cups-a-day coffee.

What’s that? Did someone say “excessive?” (Actually, yes, my coworker just did.)

But that only goes to show she’s no doctor (that, and the fact that she works at a newspaper and didn’t go to medical school), because I read an article this very morning that said coffee may, in fact, help people live longer.

Apparently, according to two studies published in Annals of Internal Medicine recently, drinking coffee “is associated with a reduced risk of death from various diseases.”

Yes, the research indicates, some people can suffer adverse effects from caffeine. However, there is evidence coffee can also decrease one’s likelihood of Parkinson’s, Type 2 diabetes, depression and bad moods.

Not only that, but it’s also been shown to lessen one’s risk for liver disease and liver cancer.

Sounds pretty healthy to me.

And here all these years I thought rosé was the miracle beverage.

Sure, it got it me on the dance floor. Increased my chances of having fun at karaoke. And made me able to speak to people at parties, instead of spending the evening talking to the host’s pets instead.

It didn’t do much good for my depression or my moods in the long run, though, and I think it’s pretty safe to say not for my liver, either.

Clearly, medical science is telling me that my coffee addiction is not only preferable, but downright commendable.

Look, they said it themselves. Drinking coffee can extend one’s life.

Logical conclusion: Drink several pots a day and you might stick around forever.

You gotta be in it to win it with these things.

Happy Sunday, everybody. Enjoy it (or something, anything) to the very fullest.

Katie McDowell is an otherwise well-meaning copy editor/lifestyles writer with boundary issues. Email her at kmcdowell@dominionpost.com.