Ah, water. H2O. The source of life. Maker of all things. Predominant component of earth and man. And possibly the most boring substance to consume since time began.
It’s good for me. I know. But obviously I don’t ‘know’ know because I’m nearing forty and I just about turn four years old whenever I’m faced with the possibility of having to drink it.
Now if only we could get the same benefit from drinking beer and wine without the unsightly adding of pounds then I would be all on board for that stuff.
If only we can add lovely tea and coffee to water, or get it in our food or…wait…
Apparently we can. If we think of water as the nutrient we get from our additional drinks, our plain water intake (of course) and our foods and we have the right balance of the right intake, then we’re getting our water on without the feeling of drowning in liquid ennui.
(Disclaimer, I know some of you love the stuff. Good for you. You’re probably all healthy and glow-y and can run for miles and leap tall buildings. I’m trying to become you. I’ll get there.)
Modern science says we may not need 8 glasses a day. I want to rub my rotund body all up and down Modern Science. But that does not mean that I can get away with drinking 8 cups of coffee a day. It’s all about balance and about doing what’s right for my kidneys, my skin, my digestive system, my bowels (booty-chutes need love too!), my muscles, and all the while regulating my caloric intake by fooling my stomach magnet that something food-like is already stuck to it.
(Yeah, stomach magnet. That thing that just attracts food to it with such force that I am mindlessly turned towards the nearest buffet, using my mouth and gullet like some sort of path of magnetism).
So I’m learning to love water. I’m learning that it’s trying to help me, not bore me to tears. I’m learning that it is in fact my mama, as so much of me is made up of it. And I’m learning to love and respect this new mama, even though sometimes I can’t stand it. I’m learning that swirling around those two little Hydrogen atoms and that one little Oxygen atom is a universe of liquefied goodness synonymous with health and vitality and available to pour those assets right down my ungrateful, squirming little throat.
I leave you with my favourite little Science rhyme:
Billy was a chemist,
Now Billy is no more,
For what he thought was H2O
So what do you think of water? Love it or loathe it?