I absolutely am NOT a water drinker. I have to force myself to drink it. I wonder if Mr Furlong ever drinks water? I never see him doing so.
When I was a child, I don’t remember anyone saying we HAD to drink water. But there was a rule – no water before, or at, or after a meal. Our Nanna, with whom we lived, said it diluted the digestive juices and was a bad thing at those times.
If you drink too much water, it can kill you.
If you drink too much water/any fluid whilst running it can kill you – and it does – regularly.
If your urine is crystal clear and colourless, you are drinking too much water. It’s supposed to be clear and light straw coloured.
If you are large, you need more water than small people like me.
If you work in a hot environment or are very physically active, you need to drink a lot of water AND take salt.
If you are sedentary, like me, you don’t need that much, at all.
But as I generally hate water – except for swimming in – I don’t drink it.
As an aside, one of these water-daft people that we see everywhere nowadays which clarifies, to me, we’ve all gone insane, brought her water bottle into the swimming pool last Thursday and carefully placed it on the side. FFS. That’s going too far!
I know I should at least drink SOME water.
I have a little trick that entices me to drink it more.
Our daughter gave me a very strange – well I thought so at the time – Christmas gift. It was a set of four drinking glasses. Every day I fill them up. And by the end of the day at least three are empty. Turns out it was a most helpful present and I love using them. Makes the whole ghastly “drink more water” thing fun.