That was during my morning commute, when I realized Tim had packed a bottle of water in my lunch. I finished it before arriving at work, all pleased with myself for getting that one out of the way early on. And now, I find myself mid-afternoon, struggling to get through the second bottle.
My daily goal is to consume four of these aforementioned bottles, because that's what They recommend. That's what They say is good for me. Yep, this is what passes as a new year's resolution in me-land: "Maybe I should drink something other than coffee, cream soda, and red wine, once in awhile? I don't even remember the last time I drank plain water... Let's see how that goes..."
So here I am.
Every day, I struggle to choke down four 16.9 ounce bottles of water, and every day I find myself wondering: Why the hell is this so hard?
Aren't we human animals something like 60% water? Isn't this what we're meant to drink? Supposed to drink? And then I force myself to chug down some more. Frankly, it's annoying. I'm constantly filling and refilling bottles, I'm running to the bathroom all the time, I don't feel any different than I did before, and I'm annoyed with having yet another item on my To Do list. Oh yes, I am that petty:
Don't even talk to me about lemon wedges, or flavor packets, or Special K Protein Water mix. Those are all great ideas, in theory, (and "everything works in theory", which always makes me think of John Cash's old .plan, or maybe it was his .sig? Anyway....). In reality, to make use of such items I have to remember that I need to purchase said items, and then execute the purchasing of said items, and remember to pack them along with me, and then... the hardest of all... remember to use said items. I just don't have the spare brain power to do it. So, plain water, I thought, I can handle. I have empty bottles, and there's a water fountain pretty much right outside my office door.
And yet, here I am.
Still on bottle two.