It's a marathon, not a sprint

Lately I've been drinking a lot. Especially in the morning.

My morning routine now consists of hearing the alarm, ignoring the alarm, rolling out of bed about 45 minutes after the alarm goes off, walking/jogging on the treadmill for 30 minutes and then heading downstairs to eat. And drink.

You see, I find myself with a lot more nutritional needs lately, and some of them can only be met through the ingestion of massive quantities of fluids. Which is great at the time and terrible for the next 12 hours, when I'm dashing to the bathroom every 30 minutes. (I nearly peed my pants in Sam's Club this week because I forgot how long it takes to get from the frozen foods to the bathrooms up front. I ended up ditching my cart and sprinting. I'm sure it looked super sophisticated. Especially when I body-checked someone's grandma out of the way in front of the pharmacy.)

My breakfast beverage lineup is the most impressive. I have a 30-ounce bottle of water while I'm working out, but it doesn't always get finished, so I have to bring that down to breakfast with me. When I get down there, I have a mug of hot water with lemon juice (keeps the digestive tract in line, from what I've read). Then, I have a big glass of milk and half a cup of coffee with my bowl of oatmeal and my banana (this is the only reliably healthy meal I eat all day, so I really go for it.) Oftentimes, the coffee and my water bottle have to follow me around for another hour or so, until the coffee has gone cold and the water warm. I haven't finished a full cup of coffee in six weeks.

The other day, I complained because Tony finished his breakfast (oatmeal and no beverage - he has a weird rule about not drinking while he eats) and started to get up before I'd even finished my hot water and lemon. He looked at me and said, "I'm not sticking around for this! It's not breakfast, it's an endurance test!"

And he's right. I try really hard to front-load my day with nutrition because I know the rest of my day might go like yesterday, where I had two hot dogs for lunch and two Soft Taco Supremes for dinner. Not exactly the fully organic health-food experience I envisioned for myself when I got pregnant. Turns out I don't like salad that much. Who knew? Recently, I've given in and started chugging at least one glass of V-8 every day, just to try to make up for my nutritional deficiencies. I feel healthier already.

But mostly, I drink a lot because food doesn't taste that good to me right now. I used to be a person who got food cravings at the drop of a hat and dreamt of food at night. Now, I think about my options and mostly say, "Meh." The last meal I remember that was really tasty was a burger and fries at Five Guys. That was transcendent. But even thinking about that doesn't make my mouth water. I get about five bites into any meal and think, "Okay, that's enough. I'm done." I even made a really good pork roast the other day (the first serious cooking I've done in months) and I could only eat a little bit. Which left three pounds of pork roast for Tony. He wasn't complaining.

Drinking my calories and nutrients just seems easier. So I just keep a glass of something with me all day and when I'm feeling nutrient-deprived, I take a drink. Seems to work. And, as I was sprinting through Sam's, I saw some adult diapers, so that might solve the bladder issue.

Now if I can just find a way to puree a pork roast, I'd be set.