Florida Chick Watered Down

I'm not a huge fan of water...don't really like the ocean, really don't like lakes or rivers, basically I'm completely freaked out about swimming in the place where fish use the bathroom, and seaweed has the possibility of getting anywhere near my legs. Not only do I dislike being in the water - I'm not really a fan of drinking water either...I prefer drinking Gatorade...or Corona. But this week, on the advice of my friend Laura, who scarred me slightly by telling me the exact salt and sugar content of Gatorade...coupled with the fact that my jeans are just hinting at snugness - I decided to give up all drinks except water...no Gatorade, no Corona, no juiceboxes (which I tend to resort to if there is no Gatorade in the house) just pure, refreshing water.

I did pretty well with this challenge, we bought a big pack of water bottles (I'd hate to actually have to resort to drinking tap water) and I brought one everywhere with me. There was one grape G2 in the fridge staring at me until about Thursday...but I think Chris finally drank it, which relieved me of major temptation. I think the whole thing worked...I went to the doctor's on Wednesday morning and weighed in about 3 lbs. less than usual (of course, I did have to fast from midnight the night before, but let's just pretend it's the water). I really did feel good this week - more energy and kudos from Laura who had been seriously concerned about my unhealthy daily levels of Gatorade-salt-and-sugar. But of course, all good things must come to an end...including healthy habits...so when Chris came home from the grocery story yesterday with new bottles of Gatorade, I did my best to exhibit some semblance of self-control...meaning I waited about an hour until it was nice and cold before drinking it down, but hey - five days without is pretty good...now if only I had a Corona...