My Daily Liquid Intake

My daily liquid intake looks something like this:

Breakfast: one or two cups of black coffee depending on my mood; Lunch: Freshly squeezed orange juice; Dinner: some delicious tropical juice.

When I first arrived here way back in September I think we must have gone out to eat and I was still quite jet-lagged, so I ordered a Coke, since sweet tea was not an option. I needed the caffeine boost. Soda is generally not a part of my normal liquid intake at home. Oh, I drink plenty of coffee and sweet tea, but I’m just not all that crazy about soda. And when I’m at home I tend to drink more than enough water to satisfy my hydration needs. Well, these incredibly dear and sensitive people that I am living with must have noticed that I ordered a coke or two because Edir bought a HUGE case of Coca-Cola all for me. They don’t drink coke, so I’m the only one in the house expected to drink the entire case. Josefina checks the refrigerator when she gets home and proceeds to lovingly scold me for not eating enough of this and that and for not drinking enough orange juice and coke. So, at some point during the day I have to drink a can or two of coke. One can of coke usually quenches my thirst after the intense exercise of completing my daily e-mail correspondence, reading, writing, killing the daily quota of mosquitoes. So as you see, it’s quite easy for me to go an entire day without drinking a single drop of water, save the few drops that I swallow after brushing my teeth. Some days I remember and I fill up my CamelBak bottle and force myself to drink at least 64oz, but other days it simply slips my mind. Today was one of those days. Everything would have been fine had I not decided to brave the tempestuous wind and rain in order to get my daily dose of endorphins.

Giselly and I made the quick walk to the gym laughing most of the way there about some random jokes. We arrived and all of the dread that I had been feeling about the tough workout ahead disappeared and I suddenly felt motivated and ready for a good workout. The class started and it was hard, but I was feeling good and thinking about how rewarding it would be when it was over. About fifteen minutes into the two hour workout I started to feel really bad. I started to see stars and then my head felt like it was full of lead. My mouth got dry. My muscles tensed up. I had a hard time standing. I mumbled that I needed water trying to be heard over the loud music. I staggered out to the water fountain and lapped up the water like a thirsty dog. Then I made my way back into the workout room and found a corner to sit in. Giselly immediately noticed that I looked a little pale. Okay, not a little, yeah, I looked like Casper. Even my usually rosy-red lips were white as death. I knew that I was just dehydrated, as soon as I started feeling sick it dawned on me. But they didn’t know that. Faster than you can say Jiminy Cricket I was on a comfortable yoga mat and a bunch of beautiful brazilian women in workout unitards were hovering over me (yes, for some of you out there, this would be a dream come true) with a stethoscope, a blood pressure machine and a first aid kit. Then all of the sudden someone was elevating my legs and I kept hearing them exclaiming that I was quite white. I tried to explain the situation and raise my voice loud enough to be heard over the blaring speakers playing Lady Gaga. I really don’t like being the center of attention, especially in these types of situations. I kept saying, “I’m fine, I’m fine, just go workout. I’m just going to sit here and drink some water.” It took a while for them believe that I was truly okay, but eventually they went back to working out.

I’ve learned my lesson and will now be extra conscientious about my hydrating myself.

xoxoxo,

JJ

The Chronicles of Insomnia

Oi, a gente! Last night I slept a little better, but it was due in large part to a potent little pill that Josefina gave me. I enjoyed the sleeping hours, but am worried about taking it again and becoming dependent on it. Yes, perhaps it would be better to be dependent on some meds than go for weeks without getting a decent nights sleep, but I can’t do it. So when she brought me the pill tonight, I said no thanks. I’m almost regretting it now as I settle in for a long night of sleeplessness. Well, the good news is that I have the third edition of an insomniac’s adventures on the web!

Okay, so I’m sitting here writing this post with my iTunes library on shuffle. A little Coldplay, some Ingrid Michaelson, Joshua Radin, Steven Curtis Chapman, James Taylor, Sovereign Grace, Rachael Yamagata, Ray LaMontagne…and then, wait for it, wait for it. PLUS ONE. Remember them? Haha, well, I don’t know what is sadder, that they are in my iTunes library or that I still remembered every word to “I Will Rescue You,” from their first album, “The Promise.”

INSOMNIAC LINKS

How to Raise Boys Who Read — “When I was a young boy, America’s elite schools and universities were almost entirely reserved for males. That seems incredible now, in an era when headlines suggest that boys are largely unfit for the classroom. In particular, they can’t read.”

Picture Perfect — “The Good: You hired a fabulous wedding photographer. The Bad: Not so much with the baker.”

Manly Lip Balm — It’s that time of year again, the cold does things to our skin and lips…well, dear fellows, don’t worry, here’s some lip balm that you won’t have to feel like you borrowed from the girls!

Receiving the Baton — “As I run the final laps of my race on this earth (however long the Lord allows that to be), one of my greatest joys and desires is to serve the next generation. When I was in my twenties, I assumed, somewhat arrogantly, that my friends and I had better ideas than anyone who was older than we were. That covered everything from music styles to leadership practices to how to raise a family.”

Sex Is Not About Waiting — “At first, the argument to wait makes sense on the grounds of protecting yourself from something you’re not emotionally or physically ready for. Later, it makes sense on the grounds that it will be better if it happens in the context of a committed, adult relationship. But what about now? You’re in your 20s or 30s; your career is taking off, and your body and emotions are about as developed as they’re ever going to be. And though you’re not married, your relationships with the opposite sex are mature and adult-like in every other respect. So why keep waiting? You’re not a kid anymore. And even if sex is marginally better inside of marriage than outside, what if your prospects for marriage aren’t that good? Isn’t sub-optimal sex now better than no sex at all, ever?”

Yosi Samara Flats — Adorable flats in a variety of colors. I think I’m going to have to get a pair of gold ones and then definitely one of the brighter hues…:)

I’ve Been Working Out — A passive aggressive note. Haha this website is really funny, but be careful, some of the posts are inappropriate for the little ones…

The Newest Medal of Honor — I am so thankful for the men and women who bravely fight for our freedom.

How Facebook is Making Friending Obsolete — “Friending wasn’t used as a verb until about five years ago, when social networks such as Friendster, MySpace and Facebook burst onto the scene. Suddenly, our friends were something even better – an audience. If blogging felt like shouting into the void, posting updates on a social network felt more like an intimate conversation among friends at a pub.”

Disney World: Utilidors — I love Disney World and Disney Land. There’s seriously something magical about that place. 🙂 I’m fascinated by the Utilidors. Why, I have no idea…

Disney Fact or Fiction — Watch and see how the Utilidors were made…

From Boy to Man — The Marks of Manhood — By Al Mohler. “When does a boy become a man? That interesting question was recently posed to me, and it raises some of the most important issues facing Christians today. While the world seems increasingly confused about matters as basic as what it means to be male and female, Christians are called to frame our arguments in distinctively biblical terms.”