My neighbor, Dave, used to hate drinking water. He’d say it tasted “boring.” He lived on energy drinks. Then, one summer, he decided to just try hitting that 91-ounce goal for a week. The first day, he felt like a bloated fish. By day three, he said his brain felt quieter. By day seven, his skin looked less like old leather and more like a normal human face.
He now walks around with a 32-ounce jug that has a little motivational sticker on it that says “Drink the rainbow of clear.” He’s a little weird, but he’s also way less grumpy. That’s the power of 91 ounces of water. It’s not about being perfect; it’s about feeling a little more like you.
So, tomorrow, don’t stress about the number. Just grab your favorite cup. Fill it. Sip it. Repeat. Your houseplant body will thank you with a little extra glow. And maybe you won’t need to yell at the traffic quite as much. Cheers to being a well-watered human.
