Oh, The Water!

Maybe it's my age, maybe it's the fact that I had three children, I don't know but I can't hold my water intake like I used to. Whenever that was. Because I don't even remember anymore a time when I didn't have to pee like eighty times in a day.

Yesterday.

Day one and all.

So, I set out to drink all that water that is suggested. I drank one "bottle" of about 20 oz during my workout, then some coffee, then another 1 1/2 bottle of more 20+ oz of water.

Then I got into the car to head to campus.

No big deal.

Takes me anywhere from 50 minutes (to drive 32 miles) on a good, everyone is going fast enough and not being jerks to 1 hour, all the red lights have my name on it.

Yesterday was not 50 minutes or 1 hour.

Here's a hint: it was raining.

How I didn't notice the bloody drops of water falling from the sky before I carelessly assumed I had time to pack my dinner (which is new since starting this program, usually I grab dinner in the school's expansive cafeteria) and a couple of snacks. But, I clearly didn't realize it was to be a rainy day.

Duh.

I ended up leaving LATE. Like, later than I've ever left. On a friggin rainy day. What was I thinking? Clearly I wasn't thinking.

But the whole dinner prep thing took me longer than I thought it would.

That ten minutes late with the rain and Chicago traffic. Hi. You suck, Chicago roadways.

It took me 2 hours.

And clocking in a little after an hour in my bladder started to protest. Hell, I didn't like the traffic either, or parking lot, really. But my bladder was PISSED OFF.

I wanted to cry it hurt so much.

I finally got to campus with about 20 minutes to spare before my class began (normally I leave around 3:25, get to campus around 4:30 and have a whopping 1.5 hours to eat, walk around, use the bathroom, go to the bookstore, sit in class quietly before anyone else is there and skim through social media) and I could hardly walk. I swear to you, I looked like a paranoid woman with a full bladder ready to embarrass herself in the middle of a college campus. Lord, did I pray.

Anyway, this whole thing begs the question about the water intake. I'm "supposed" to drink some ungodly amount of water like...100oz. One. Hundred. Ounces. Wha? That's like 3, 4, 5, 6 ...shit, I don't even know how many of my cups I need to drink for that kind of water intake. Jesus H. how do people do THAT?!

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE water. In fact, outside of my daily coffee ritual/habit I drink only water. I hate soda, hate sweet drinks, and truly love water. However, I know my and my bladder's limitations so I worry a bit about this...especially after what happened to me yesterday.

I'm not sure what to do, honestly. Does this "situation" sort of fix itself when you shed some weight? Does the bladder tighten up or something? Am I crossing into TMI land? Is there a pill for this?

You should see me on road trips. I'm a blast.