When I started drinking water throughout the day, at the recommendation of a marathon-running cousin, the headaches that had been annoying me for years went away, and I started to feel better all-around.
Even on the days that I fall off the boat and forget to keep water at my desk, drinking a glass at the end of the day and having another next to my bed in the morning guarantees that I’m giving my body something to fix itself up with.
At night, I usually get it straight from the tap so it’s not too cold to drink quickly. During the day, I like to keep a pitcher at my desk so I don’t have to run down to the kitchen every ten minutes.
A lot of people whine, “I don’t like water!” when I tell them to drink it when they get headaches, or when they’re waking up tired. What most of those people are saying is that it’s not exciting like the two-liter of Mountain Dew in their fridge or the doubleshot caramel douchealotto they’re going to pick up on the way to the office.
Look, America. I like to be excited too, but that’s not the deciding factor for everything I put into my body. I’ve got plenty of things to do today that I’ll be excited to work on, and I can still drink exciting things that aren’t water, too.
But I want my body to run smoothly and consistently while I do my work, and it’s going to have a hard time staying out of my way if I’m failing to give it the raw materials it needs to effectively rebuild little parts of itself day after day.
I do what I can to be mindful that I need this. I set alarms for the stupidest things imaginable, and this is one of them. I’d rather set stupid alarms than fail to take care of myself and feel like crap every day for it.
There’s no magical rain cloud that’s going to fly over my throat and hydrate me when I’m carelessly neglecting myself.