One, Small. Change
So, I’m one of those people who can easily go all day long and ingest one cup of coffee in the morning, one diet coke at lunch, and one glass of wine at night. I know, I know, it’s horrible. In fact, if the house is especially quiet at night, you can hear my kidneys crying softly to themselves.
So, in an effort to be healthier and set a better example for my kids (who, regrettably are following my footsteps) I am trying to drink more water. I know it sounds like an easy thing to do. And for those of you out there who always carry a water bottle around with you and “just can’t get enough” of the liquid nectar of the gods – shut up. Don’t judge me. I wish I could be like you – all perky and…hydrated. But alas, I struggle. Mightily.
I’ve tried flavored pouches and I’ve tried the stupid looking milk jug size sippi cup. I’ve bought every single type of trendy water container known to mankind with the hopes that it would inspire me to guzzle the stuff. But they don’t. The truth of the matter is that I get intimidated by the sheer amount that I’m supposed to drink. Conventional wisdom says 2 liters a day. A TWO LITER BOTTLE FILLED WITH WATER??? IN ONE DAY???? You might as well ask me to drink the contents of my bath tub. Here’s a straw Jenny. Go ahead. You can do it.
It struck me the other day that many parents feel this same way about changing their way of dealing with stress. They’ve been yellers for so long – or conflict avoiders – or overeaters – you name it – that they feel overwhelmed by the prospect of change. I get that. I really do.
I actually made some progress this week with my new habit. I decided to but the 2 liter image out of my mind completely and focus on one small cup instead. I chose a nice little tumbler (a longhorn one of course) and filled it about halfway when I first woke from bed. Drinking that little glass of water was a breeze. Then I filled it halfway again. Every time I switched activites – from the computer to a meeting, or on my way to carpool – I drank my little glass of water. Before I knew it, I had met my quota and it was only mid afternoon. I was more thirsty that day than I can ever remember.
I know I’ve got a long way to go in this department, but at least it doesn’t feel impossible now that I’m trying it one small change at a time.