I’ve realized that I need to drink more water. Like, A LOT more water. The last few days weeks months, have been stressful. And like so many people, when I get stressed, I want to live on iced tea and baked goods. And mashed potatoes. Because, well, mashed potatoes. So instead of waiting until the New Year (Should that be capitalized? Like Christmas and Valentine’s Day and Thanksgiving, does simply referring to the coming year deserve big letters?) and making a resolution that I’ll dump before the last of the Christmas ham ends up in the bin, I’m going to start it now.
My goal? 64 ounces of water a day. Not water made into coffee or tea. Not milk (which is something like 95% water, depending on whether you drink whole or skim or whatever) or with any kind of drink mix added to it. Just plain, straight water.
Frankly, I don’t think I can do it. I love caffeine so much. I have kids, so I’ve gotten into the loop of drinking WAY too much tea and coffee and cocoa, to the point that if I could just hook myself up to an IV, I would do it.
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But stress makes me feel awful. A bit of a redundant statement, I know. Who watches their life pelt rock-filled snowballs at them and thinks, “Man, this feels great! I’m totally not going to have digestion issues that last for five weeks after this!”?
So, water. Sixty-four ounces. That’s… *attempts to math without the aid of a calculator*… about eight ounces for every two to two-and-a-half hours that I’m awake. That’s… doable. Maybe. I mean, counting the couple of sips I had this morning, I probably only have about… *maths*… sixty-one ounces to go?
Oh, heaven help me. Where’s my hot chocolate?