What Happens When You Drink 100 Ounces Of Water A Day

I Started Drinking 100 Ounces Of Water Every Day And Here's What Changed, Other Than Peeing A Lot

It sounds like a lot of water because it is.


Right now I'm going to assume you're possibly thinking something along the lines of:

"OK, Liz. This better not be an article of you preaching to me about how important drinking water is and how it's immensely changed your life."

If you are thinking that, you're in luck because it didn't. I haven't lost a whole bunch of weight suddenly, and neither my depression nor my acne disappeared.

What I have had is to pee more times a day then I would prefer, too.

Honestly, it's really only helped a little bit. It hasn't been some miracle cure for me, right now because I'm not changing other aspects of my diet. I'm still addicted to carbs and may or may not be able to eat an entire bag of pizza rolls in a day.

But, sometimes a little bit is all you need though. A kick-starter, or a stepping stone to help you begin to figure it all out. Drinking a bunch of water every day, whether you physically see results or not, is a good habit to get into. When you do, you'll notice the healthy habit seep into other parts of your daily routine.

For example, I stopped snoozing my alarm clock. Anyone who knows me knows that I am NOT a morning person - despite my attempts to be one. I always found it extremely hard to get out of bed, especially on the cold, dark winter mornings. Now, I would like to note that I'm not suddenly jumping out of bed ready to tackle the day, but I will say that it's much easier to fight the extremely tempting offer to crawl back in bed and sleep the morning away (but, I do still need like my morning caffeine dose).

Another thing I noticed was that I am more organized now than I ever have been before. My planner is staying updated, it's easier for me to remember tasks (I still write everything down though, because journaling is super important for mental health). My schoolwork is neater and more presentable. It's easier for me to focus in class when the teacher is droning, I don't get sidetracked by Facebook or Twitter as much as I used to.

Also, while my acne is not gone, my skin is clearer. For a while, I actually stopped washing my skin and my skin cleared up, it looked really good. In reality, my skin was finally given the opportunity to regenerate and heal because I had been using the wrong products for my skin type. Then the acne came back because of hormonal imbalances and the lack of care. I now use a gentle cleanser and a spray toner with moisturizer, and I invested in a microdermabrasion roller that I use every other day. This, in combination with drinking a lot of water every day, has helped my skin almost as much as allowing it some time to regenerate.

Overall, drinking 100 ounces of water every day has helped me in all the little areas of my life that I had been struggling with. Waking up on time is easier, my organization and focus levels are higher, my skin is healthier. I also feel overall just feel much better about each of my days.

I wouldn't necessarily call water a miracle cure for getting my sh*t together. If you want that, you have to include other aspects like energy or time, and I certainly don't have either of those, but maybe you do.

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To The Person Who Feels Suicidal But Doesn't Want To Die

Suicidal thoughts are not black and white.

Everyone assumes that if you have suicidal thoughts that means you want to die.

From an outside perspective, suicidal thoughts are rarely looked into deeper than the surface level. Either you have suicidal thoughts and you want to die, or you don't have suicidal thoughts and you want to live. What most people don't understand is that people live in between those two statements, I for one am one of them.

I've had suicidal thoughts since I was a kid.

My first recollection of it was when I came home after school one day and got in trouble, and while I was just sitting in the dining room I kept thinking, “I wonder what it would be like to take a knife from the kitchen and just shove it into my stomach." I didn't want to die, or even hurt myself for that matter. But those thoughts haven't stopped since.

I've thought about going into the bathroom and taking every single pill I could find and just drifting to sleep and never waking back up, I've thought about hurting myself to take the pain away, just a few days ago on my way to work I thought about driving my car straight into a tree. But I didn't. Why? Because even though that urge was so strong, I didn't want to die. I still don't, I don't want my life to end.

I don't think I've ever told anyone about these feelings. I don't want others to worry because the first thing anyone thinks when you tell them you have thoughts about hurting or killing yourself is that you're absolutely going to do it and they begin to panic. Yes, I have suicidal thoughts, but I don't want to die.

It's a confusing feeling, it's a scary feeling.

When the depression takes over you feel like you aren't in control. It's like you're drowning.

Every bad memory, every single thing that hurt you, every bad thing you've ever done comes back and grabs you by the ankle and drags you back under the water just as you're about the reach the surface. It's suffocating and not being able to do anything about it.

The hardest part is you never know when these thoughts are going to come. Some days you're just so happy and can't believe how good your life is, and the very next day you could be alone in a dark room unable to see because of the tears welling up in your eyes and thinking you'd be better off dead.

You feel alone, you feel like a burden to everyone around you, you feel like the world would be better off without you. I wish it was something I could just turn off but I can't, no matter how hard I try.

These feelings come in waves.

It feels like you're swimming and the sun is shining and you're having a great time until a wave comes and sucks you under into the darkness of the water. No matter how hard you try to reach the surface again a new wave comes and hits you back under again, and again, and again.

And then it just stops.

But you never know when the next wave is going to come. You never know when you're going to be sucked back under.

I always wondered if I was the only one like this.

It didn't make any sense to me, how did I think about suicide so often but not want to die? But I was thinking about it in black and white, I thought I wasn't allowed to have those feelings since I wasn't going to act on them. But then I read articles much like this one and I realized I'm not the only one. Suicidal thoughts aren't black and white, and my feelings are valid.

To everyone who feels this way, you aren't alone.

I thought I was for the longest time, I thought I was the only one who felt this way and I didn't understand how I could feel this way. But please, I implore you to talk to someone, anyone, about the way you're feeling, whether it be a family member, significant other, a friend, a therapist.

My biggest mistake all these years was never telling anyone how I feel in fear that they would either brush me off because “who could be suicidal but not want to die?" or panic and try to commit me to a hospital or something. Writing this article has been the greatest feeling of relief I've felt in a long time, talking about it helps. I know it's scary to tell people how you're feeling, but you're not alone and you don't have to go through this alone.

Suicidal thoughts aren't black and white, your feelings are valid, and there are people here for you. You are not alone.

If you or someone you know is experiencing suicidal thoughts, call the National Suicide Prevention Hotline — 1-800-273-8255

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