I’m taking the H2Only Challenge with three friends to raise money for the RNLI. This means we will drink only water for 10 days from 5pm on Tuesday, September 13th, until 5pm on Friday, September 23rd. No coffee, tea, squash, pop, wine – even fizzy water is banned! It has to be just plain water, “H2Only”. You can sponsor me, Beckie, Karen and Keith at https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/createh2only.
I’ve hardly had anything to drink today because I’m so sick of water. I even had cereal for lunch so I could have some milk with it. I was very good and didn’t slurp the milk out of the bowl though.
I really miss the act of making a cup of coffee or tea and putting my feet up to drink it. A glass of water just isn’t the same. I am so bored of water! I just can’t wait to have some choices back in my drinking life. (A big thank you to Freebird Ventures who heard my plaintive cries from Day 3 and are sending me some free samples to enjoy at the end of my 10 days – I can’t wait!).
My cold is still laying me low, so even though I bought some coffee-flavoured chocolate today I can’t actually taste it. I would normally be knocking back hot lemon and honey, so instead I’m eating satsumas like they’re going out of fashion. It’s definitely man flu, and it’s making this experiment a lot more difficult than it needed to be, but never mind.
I’ve never thought of myself as someone who has good self-control or willpower but it’s been satisfying to see that I actually can stick to something when I want to. My husband left half a pot of coffee in the kitchen this morning, and although I admit that the thought “who would know?” did flash through my mind, I didn’t go anywhere near it. In the end, I would only have been cheating myself.
(I’m not sure it’s really worth doing these daily photos anymore but I’ve started so I’ll finish! I was expecting (hoping!) that you’d see me gradually transform into a vision of svelte radiance, but unless that starts to happen in the next couple of days, I’m just going to carry on looking like my plump, rosy-faced, shattered self for the duration.)