Water and I didn’t mix. For about 17 years, I always had a cup of coffee in hand. During that time, I had rampant UTI’s, poor memory, acne, and mental cloudiness. It wasn’t until I hit 32 that I had chosen to give this “water thing” a go. It was a challenge at first, but as I started to consume 64 ounces per day, then *WHOA*, a gallon (!)… my energy levels increased, my pore size was reduced, I stopped breaking out, my skin was soft and glowing, I could think clearly, my stress levels were reduced, no more urinary symptoms, my sleep quality improved, and my dark circles were reducing, not to mention that the pounds started melting off!
In mid-August, I had a road trip to New York that has taken me nearly two months to recover from, since I ate CRAP and didn’t drink much water at all (in addition to having a hubby whose schedule now includes working the overnight shift). With that one-two punch, my water intake had declined again, with some days being like those of the old me… coffee, yes… water, no. My pores started to enlarge again, my face was puffy, I had more wrinkles, acne was creeping back in, urinary pain came back, energy levels decreased, and mental fuzzies were present again. Well, I’m not having it. None of it. I love the taste of coffee and the warm feelings that I associate with it, but the truth is, I can live without it. I can live so much healthier and happier without it. Well, not totally without it; I’ll still have a cup every now and again, but nothing like before. We give so much power, emotional and otherwise, to food and drink.
When health becomes secondary to consumption, we have to wonder what’s really going on.
I have read tons of articles about sugar, and the havoc it wreaks on the body, how it creates the same neurological responses as cocaine, and creates dependency. AND, it’s everywhere. I’d decided that I didn’t like the way my body felt and so chose to re-boot my fitness journey with two weeks of clean eating without coffee.