I’ve always been mildly obsessed with water.
Sometime in grade school, I remember having a particularly frightening lecture at school on the importance of imbibing 8 glasses of water a day. I came home from school very determined to set my poor soul on the right path, so I poured myself a big glass of water and determined to pour myself a new one on the stroke of every hour.
About 2.5 hours in, I was dying. I remember sitting there in the living room, staring at that half glass of water on the coffee table and groaning.
I kept at it and by high school and college, I was a pro at drinking water. I had to ban 32-ounce Nalgenes from my life because they’d be gone so fast, I was destroying my study productivity running to the bathroom all the time. I think I was drinking up to 100 ounces of liquid a day sometimes.
But upon beginning to work full time, have my own apartment and experience all the busy-ness of adult life, I suddenly fell into, for me, the ufamiliar territory of dehydration. I was either too busy or would forget to drink water. And to complicate matters, upon realizing I was severely thirsty of an evening, I’d down about 35 ounces of water in the space of ten minutes, flooding my system and often getting dizzy from the impact. Not a good thing!
So last week, after another terrifying lecture, this one from my mother on the damage I was doing to my kidneys and in horrendous fear of kidney stones, kidney failures and other terrifying things, I made a vow to somehow regulate my wildly fluctuating habits of drinking.
I’m learning to sip water over the course of a day. I fill a 32-ounce water bottle in the morning, keep it with me at all times and drink 2 ounces every 30 minutes, or about one good sip every 15 minutes. Torture, I say, torture – both to remember to drink, and not to gulp. It really is training and I’m nowhere near learning my lesson.
Why is it so hard to be healthy?