Ode to Water

As this battle of the bulge approaches the end of the three week mark, my intake of water continues to go up. The more I embrace H2O, the more it embraces me--chasing me down and shouting "drink me!", almost constantly.

Driving to Edmonton this week I brought along a three litre jug of de l'eau spiced with a little lime juice and drank most of it before hitting the capital city limits. I had to pee like a racehorse (as my dad used to say, probably still does) three times in that five hour journey. I'm not a doctor and am completely speculating here, but the copious water consumption seems to flush out the system and actually assist weight loss. Mother nature's champagne keeps going in (and out) and the weight keeps dropping. Nice!

I got a little distracted this afternoon, having several cups of coffee instead of water, and Lord have mercy I felt it, immediately.

My wife has been a proponent of drinking 8 to 10 glasses of water a day since I first met her on a blind date in 2001. I thought she was obsessed with the stuff. And while it's taken me over eight years catch up with her line of thinking, I'm finally hip to her groove, and the requisite increase in visits to the commode.

January 15, 2010 - 202.2 pounds, 30% body fat


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