Return to Whole 30, Episode 8: Refreshments

Water, water, everywhere, now let’s all have a drink.

I drink so much water these days. My life is an endless cycle — fridge for the filter, desk for work, bathroom, repeat. They tell you to drink, what, eight glasses of water a day? I think I blow past that by the time the second morning Sportscenter repeat finishes.

It’s funny — along with all the health benefits, I think it’s also just happy to have something to do during the day. It’s another goal to achieve. The more accomplishments I can check off over these 16 or so hours I’m awake, the better I feel. Going above and beyond those 100 or so ounces of water on my Fitbit’s a way to smash those goals.

It feels damn good. I think I touched on this in my last batch of posts, but I’m — again — utterly amazed at just how good plain-ass water tastes these days. I don’t get the same amount of idle pleasure that a six-pack of fine imported German lagers or bottle of half-and-half iced tea does. However … I think that the knowledge that this particular drink isn’t filled with sugar or hops and carbohydrates makes up for it.

Still, I need variety sometimes. There aren’t a lot of options. I have a hot mug of tea once a day, and maybe some unsweetened iced tea every so often. There’s seltzer, of course, and those zero-calorie Spindtrift half-and-halfs that kind of make you feel like you’re having a soft drink. I have a nice Amazon stash of those built up. Hell, I’ve even tried coffee once or twice now. It hasn’t stuck, but at least I’ve tried it! See, progress.

But it’s mostly just water. Plain, old, tasty water. I shuffle from the desk I’m typing this at to the faucet and to the fridge and to the bathroom over and over again, hydrating and draining and rehydrating and re-draining. Anything to make these days go by quicker.

RANDOM THOUGHTS

• I was supposed to make those stuffed peppers tonight. That’s been postponed due to a case of “I fucking forgot about its.”
• Seriously, sorry. I know you were waiting. I’ll make ’em tomorrow.
• I’ve been watching loads of old Red Sox highlights. I have some Nomar career highlights in the background as I type this. That man should have been a Hall of Famer.
• Random memory — when it was announced he would miss half the season back in 2001 (even before the year started), it really felt like a knife to the kidneys.
• One of the low-key tragic careers in New England sports history. But I’ll always love him. Bless you, #5.
• That’s all I got for you today. Nomar and stuffed peppers. It’s enough, right?
• Eight days down. 22 to go. Moving along briskly. More tomorrow.