Waterworld

Two weeks to go.

It's been 17 days since I last drank anything other than water, and I'm definitely beginning to look for the light at the end of the tunnel. 

What has been most interesting for me is that I don't necessarily miss caffeine or alcohol, but I miss the activity of partaking in them. There's something very comforting in shuffling out of bed and pouring a nice, hot cup of coffee. As my friend pointed out, it's a complete sensory experience: taste, smell, and warmth. It even looks nice. By the same token, it's great to have a cold beer after a long day or hard work outside. I miss the action more than the substance.

Mostly, I'm just bored. I want to pair my chocolate with milk. I want to have juice first thing in the morning. I want some sort of flavor in what I'm drinking. Sure, it's great to be hydrated, but it's not exciting. 

Surprisingly, I find myself doing pretty well without my usual dose of Coca-Cola, and I don't have much of an urge to get back to it. We were at a party the other evening where someone suggested that, having given up cola for an extended period of time, I would be unlikely to return. This seems unlikely, but I am pleased to say that I won't run out to buy a case as soon as the month is out. 

In fact, I'm considering a new policy: for every glass of whatever I drink, I'll also have one glass of water. This should keep me from using sugary drinks to slake my thirst (since that won't work anyway), and will hopefully prevent any morning-after unpleasantness from anything else. And most importantly, it will keep my hydrated, which was part of the point of this whole thing.

Yes, it's been a great couple weeks, and I'm sure that the next few will be nice as well, but I'm looking forward to February 1st.

That's gonna be one good cup of coffee.

Wednesday's Run:

3.22 Miles