Ahhh, Christmas food. It's delicious, it's everywhere, and there's a never ending flow of leftovers.
It would be great to say that I'm only going to eat the deliciousness of the ham and sweet potatoes and walnut pie on Christmas day. But our fridge is like that weird Thanksgiving woven horn thing, and keeps overflowing with delicious food.
It's likely partially our fault, for cooking in such large quantities. But I'm also pretty sure the fridge is doing its own cooking, late at night, when we're all asleep. Crazy fridge.
Anyway, I've been Christmas eating since Friday. Whoop. Well, the whoops comes when I realize that I've been Christmas lounging since Friday, too. There were a few days over the weekend when I didn't even bother to get dressed.
Here's the thing, though. It's not abnormal for me to go 3-4 days without exercise. I tend to bunch up all my exercise in the middle of the week (when I'm not training for a marathon). The only reason I'm feeling even partially guilty is all those other damn runners. The ones I saw while driving to the store to pick up more food. Out there getting their exercise on. Bastards.
Well, that, and Foreign Scale Syndrome. FSS is crafty. I'm not normally drawn to the scale. We don't own one at home, because I pretend (usually very successfully) that I don't care about weight, because I have muscles, and I like the way I look. Wouldn't that be fantastic. Plus, the scale at the gym is in the middle of the locker room, and it's always left on some terribly low weight. I like to think that whoever is in there weighing herself at 103lbs leaves the scale set there just to gloat.
Anyway, scale. Don't normally go there. And when I do, I'm usually okay with it. I'm done a fair amount of rationalizing. I am tall (5'9"). And I am muscular (for my frame). So, it would not make sense for me to weight 115lb. Or 125lb. I hit 129lb once, when I was very, very violently ill, and severely dehydrated. Mostly I live in the low 140s. Which is fine.
Except FSS. All scales are different. Most advice tells you that if you're going to battle with the scale, battle with one single scale. Because, they're all different. Some are super accurate. Some are super NOT accurate. And that's where FSS comes in. Last night, my brother's scale straight up DISSED me. I'm pretty sure I didn't actually gain 9 pounds in the last week. So I know that scale's a dirty liar. But, it's my fault for stepping on it.
Not that it matters.
Where was I going with this?
Crappy food. Lack of exercise. Both lead to a general blah feeling. I could go on some crazy all carrot diet (I always wanted to be orange!), but that's stupid.
Lots and lots of water. Full hydration mode.
I am pounding the crap out of glass after glass of water.
And I feel great. (Part of that is the single cup of coffee I drank in the midst of all that water.)
I'm pretty sure I already drank my 8 glasses for the day, or whatever they're recommending this week.
I'd spout some facts about why drinking water is good, but, um, does anyone deny it? I think everyone knows they should drink a crapton of water. It's the doing it that's the problem.
The most successful I have been at drinking water is via those giant Nalgene bottles. Two of those knock out the daily recommended water dosage. I would fill one up in the morning, and drink it absentmindedly at my desk. In a few hours (or 30 minutes, depending on the day) it would be empty, and I'd fill it up again. I'd usually finish three bottles full of water by the end of the day. Man, my bladder got a work out. But I was fucking hydrated. Oh yeah.
I'm using a regular cup today, but making it a rule that every time I go pee, I fill up my water cup. It's a viscous cycle, but it's all beneficial, baby. Until my bladder explodes.
Do you think you drink enough water every day?