I’ve never in my life been a drinker. Water, alcohol, coffee, tea, etc. I just don’t like liquid. The sloshy full feeling and back-to-back trips to the potty always bothered me.
So why did I choose to challenge myself to 64 ounces of water a day? I’m a masochist… I must be, I see no other valid reason.
Made famous in college town bars across the land, everyone is aware of the term “breaking the seal”. It’s that first pee after drinking a lot that causes a chain reaction of pees. It’s like you’ve triggered some sort of pee mechanism that stops you from holding it in. It usually blasts your bladder only when the ladies’ room has a line 10 deep and you’ve got to sneeze.
This is me now, but I’m older and in an office all day. Or I’m trying to sleep. Or I’m in a car. Or I’m at a movie… You get the point. My 2-ounce bladder just cannot keep up with the 64-ounce jug!
The struggle is real.
On top of being older, having two children, and a somewhat weak pelvic floor and this is a recipe for disaster! Every cough, sneeze, fart is risky! Don’t bend over with a full bladder! God forbid! Because a 2-ounce bladder just isn’t a formidable foe against the 64-ounce jug.
I push through because I need the benefits I’m told come with hydrating. It’s only been a few days and I’m still motivated. I’m just motivated from inside the ladies’ room!
Lori is a 51 year old grandma with a Navy daughter and a college son. She lives in South Florida with her husband of 21 years and her old stinky dog, Zeus.