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Hydrating

I have to drink a lot of water every day to help regulate my blood sugar, but after three years of this I've grown tired of it. I've tried a couple of alternatives like sparkling mineral water, but everything I'm allowed to drink has become pricier so I'm back to making my own drinks. I'm trying to avoid caffeine, all sugar substitutes except stevia, and anything with dye in it.

Caffeine-free iced tea is one good substitute. A pitcher lasts me pretty much all day, and it's not hard or expensive to make. Some herbs teas are also actually good cold, like Celestial Seasoning's Lemon Zinger.

Diet cranberry juice has become my go-to daily breakfast drink, as a small glass has only about 2.5 grams of sugar. I buy a generic brand, and a bottle lasts me all week.

Lemon juice + stevia = sugarfree lemonade. I'm hoping once our lemons are ripe I can make pitchers of it this summer.

Another strategy of mine to keep hydrated is to always have a glass of something with me whatever I'm doing. I've found if I put it in a reusable tumbler with a straw it's a lot easier to drink, too.

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