I struggle to drink a healthy amount of water. Yeah, I know I have to have it, but I don't necessarily gravitate toward it. I prefer coffee, tea, coke, wine, lemonade....drinks with flavor.
Pregnancy sort of changed my relationship water. I craved it a little more...big glasses with lots of ice. The same with nursing...I drank more water, wanted more water, but still mostly out of necessity to stay hydrated. Overall, getting enough H2O is a chore for me. Although I'm very grateful to have access to such a large, clean supply.
To deal with my tendency to not drink enough, I'll fix a glass, fill it to the brim, and sip on it slowly throughout the day and night. In other words: I just make myself drink it and try to hold myself accountable. Having my very own full glass helps me measure and keep record of how much I drink. A couple of full glasses a day = sufficient water intake! Yea.
However, executing my plan to drink enough water is a challenge. My obstacles are my very own family members. For one, when I'm around my mother, she comes behind me, picks up, and pours out my glass if left unattended for more than 90 seconds. Thank goodness we don't live in the same city because I would be so dehydrated!!! But really the main culprit in thwarting my water drinking plans is without a doubt MY HUSBAND. Y'all know I love him, but GAH-LEE the man won't let his wife enjoy a simple glass of water without coming up and guzzling half (or all) of the water before I can get to it. This is a nightly occurrence. And the other night I had had about all I could take. It went down like this:
8:00 pm - we are watching TV.
Stephen Grande: Can I have a sip of your water?
Me (kind of yelling) : UUUUUGGGGHHH! Why can't you get your own water? There is a reason I fix my own water and I (only I) want to be the one to drink out of my glass. It's my system of measurement. I really have trouble drinking water.
SG: Sorry, I had no idea this was such a big deal.
Me: Yeah it is a BIG deal...get your own.
Several minutes later I begin to feel I was a little too harsh. After all, he is the father of my child. (Somehow getting up to get his own glass never became a reality.)
Me: Okay, here...you can have some.
9:45 - We go to bed and read. We are still passing the same water back and forth....
Me: Would you hand me the water?
SG: Would you pass the water?
Me: Can I have another sip of water?
SG: Give me that water one more time.
Lights out....it ends up on his side (of course).
I wake up parched and highly irritated that the water (my water!!!) is on his side. I don't even hesitate in waking him up.
Me waking him up: Would you please hand me the water?
SG: That's a busy glass of water.
My thoughts: Yes. it. is.
Can anyone relate to this? It's a real problem. I might shrivel up if it doesn't stop.