Weighty Wednesday: Suck It

I did not grow up drinking water. I mean, I must have had some on occasion, but it wasn't a regular thing. I had to have orange juice for breakfast and milk for dinner, which was fine, but the rest of the time I drank soda. It didn't even matter to me whether it was Coke or ginger ale or my mom's Tab, just as long as it wasn't that "tasteless" water.

I remember going jogging in college and then picking up a fountain Diet Pepsi from the student union to "rehydrate". That's how strong my disdain for water was. It wasn't until I first started experiencing hang overs in my late 20's that I actually drank water on purpose. And even then it was mainly to prevent a hangover   - I would down a glass like medicine, then sip my soda (and then pass out).

It was being pregnant with Ironflower - who, coincidentally, loves water - that got me to actually like water. For some reason it was the only thing that quelled my first trimester nausea. Plus, having cut way back on the soda, I had to drink something.

So the fact that I'm writing a "Drink Water!" post on the internet is a little bit ridiculous.

But really, the fact that I'm talking about weight on the internet at all is a bit ridiculous. So I'm just going to say it:

If you want to lose (or maintain) weight, drink more water.

If you're not impressed with the scientific studies in the above link, read a "women's magazine" story about a woman losing a lot of weight and keeping it off. Nine times out of ten*, she'll talk about how much water she drinks. Or you could also look up almost any diet plan out there, from a sane one like Weight Watchers to a crazy juice fast, and you'll see a water intake recommendation.

I thought the water thing was bullshit until I tried to lose weight after having Ironflower. Weeks I was good about my water intake, I lost baby weight. Weeks I wasn't, I didn't lose any weight.

That's still true today. If I want to lose weight, I have to suck it.

I mean water.

Obviously.

I find it easier to drink more water if I am sucking it through a straw or bite valve or sports top. Possibly because I am terribly uncoordinated when I drink it out of a glass and always wind up spilling it on my shirt. But also because I think it tastes better that way.

I never claimed I made sense.

But that doesn't mean you shouldn't drink more water.


*Not an actual statistic.

Who's Got The Funk?

I do.

But not in a George Clinton kind of way (that song is him, right? I know he sang it in my all time favorite bad movie, PCU).

I have it in that - oh-my-god-stop-the-rain-and-the-cold-it's-MayforGod'ssake-and-my-allergies-are-killing-me-and-I'm'-on-the-rag kind of way.

I forgot to post here on Sunday. Although I'm thinking that since Soap Opera Sunday wasn't originally my idea, I should change it to "True Confession Tuesday" or something. Of course, it's Wednesday, which means I still dropped the ball this week.

Also, I seem to have a mental block against writing for the NJ Moms blog. I hate every post I've written there (notice how I'm not linking to them?) and the other day I actually deleted something I'd worked on for 45 minutes (uh, in case you didn't notice, I am not the most thoughtful or reflective blogger. I post fast or I don't post at all.) I can't seem to find a way to link what I want to write about with New Jersey.

So, I suck. I've hardly read any blogs, or written any blogs lately. I owe the wonderful Not Just Another Jen a response to her thoughtful email, which I have started 3 times.

And I am having a hard time figuring out my fancy new cell phone.

Calgon, take me . . . .wait a sec. Fuck bubble baths. Hugh Jackman, take me away. To Hawaii. For the weekend.