My grandpa, who turned 89 on the weekend
When I lived with my grandparents as a teen, my grandfather was always telling me to “DMW”. If I said I had a headache, he would say “DMW!”, tap the bench twice with his fingers and smile at me. I would groan, roll my eyes and choose the teeniest cup to fill up with water and begrudgingly drink it down.
It went this way with most things. Grumpy? DMW. Sick? DMW. Hungry? DMW.
He would randomly fill up a glass and carefully bring it to me at different intervals throughout the day. I have to laugh (to myself) whenever I see him do the same these days for my nan. I see her huff and remember those feelings but I know he’s just trying to do what’s best for her as he was for me all those years ago.
As with so many things, it turns out my grandpa was right all those years. Drinking more water is something I should do.
Turns out he was right. Go figure ;)
These days I do drink much more water than I once did. However, I still struggle to get as much as I should. For some reason, I love my big, tall glasses of water with dinner at night. I can smash them down and just love the taste. In the morning? It’s a real issue. I hate the taste and it’s a real fight to get it down.
Through out the day it’s something I just don’t think about.
As I strive to recover from my PND I am taking tiny steps to change things that need to change, breaking it all down so I don’t get overwhelmed while still doing things differently. So, I am doing to challenge myself to fulfill my water needs daily for the next fortnight and hopefully it will become a habit.
Do you drink enough water? Do you need to join me in my #DMWchallenge?
Any tips for getting my 8 cups a day?
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