Last weekend I was at home and spent a lot of time with my sister’s three little ones. As I’ve mentioned before, they are awesome. But my fat ass gets really tired hanging out with them, even when I’m not participating in the actual act of playing, but just sitting on the sidelines shouting positive reinforcements. Long story made short, my dad noticed my extreme lethargy and made a suggestion. I can take a hint, er, a direct statement, so:
I started taking a multi-vitamin.
I’m so excited about this for some reason. I have visions of becoming superhuman.
Before you misfits go all incredulous on me that I’ve not done this before, I assure you that I haven’t taken vitamins since I was five, and that doesn’t count because, well, it just doesn’t. I believe my sister and I overdosed on the Fred Flintstone vitamins because we liked the taste of them so much. It’s a painful memory that I’ve repressed, but a doctors visit was involved.
Fun factor: surprisingly, 8