Poisonally, I wouldn't care if coffee caused cellulite -- I'd still drink it! Some things are worth a little puckered flesh.
Coffee is one of those pleasures of life that I refuse to give up. It's the thought of coffee that drags me out of bed on those cold winter mornings to workout. I like tea, but it just doesn't carry of "weight" of a full-bodied cup of Java -- tea tastes "thin" and waterish to me.
And I do admit it, coffee works as a mid-morning (9:30 a.m.) and pre-lunch (1:30 p.m.) food substitute for me -- a coffee and a Granny Smith leaves me feeling satiated until I eat my late lunch. I do, however, keep it down to 3 mugs of caffeinated coffee a day because I get lava stomach and a slight headache if I overdo it.
I can give up chocolate bars, icecream, deep-fried foods, cheese, fast foods restaurants, cakes, pies and cookies. But you'd have to yank my beloved coffee out of my dying hands to make me give it up!
Patricia
P.S. And I'm not alone! Even "Angels" drink coffee - like, like (insert sputtering here) Monica in "Touched By An Angel"!