The Best Vitamins

Vitamins!

Vitamins! (Photo credit: bradley j)

So part of my overall health regimen includes taking a multi-vitamin. I started with some off brand gummies that I was giving my daughter while she was visiting during the summer of 2011.  She kept making faces or trying to hide when I gave them to her. “What’s all that about? Gummies are good.” I said.

She just gave me her sad face.

Well of course one morning I popped in a couple to prove her wrong. Gracious, they were terrible! I apologized profusely to my daughter.

The next morning we were chewing on Flintstone gummies. They were much better. After she had gone back to her dad’s house, I continued taking them. Then I got a little more adventurous and tried sour gummies. Oh they were so good, I could forget they were vitamins. I actually looked forward to that part of my morning pill routine.

And then, for some reason, I decided gummies are for sissies. I searched the aisles comparing labels. I wanted the most potent woman vitamin they had. I found a large bottle of  something and it was a buy one get one. That was great, cause vitamins are expensive. The next morning I was disturbed by how large these pills were. “Only slightly smaller than those horse pills I had to take when I was pregnant.” Can anyone tell me if they are smaller now? Has modern science progressed to the point where they squeeze everything the mother needs into a normal pill, a gummy, liquid syrup?? Anyway, I trudged through my morning routine for awhile. One morning I complained to my husband that they really were quite large and I didn’t like them.

“But don’t you have like a four month supply?” he asked into the mirror while he shaved.

I left the bathroom. I stopped taking the vitamins.

However, my dilemma only increased. I really wanted to take a vitamin, I just didn’t want those. And I didn’t want to waste my three and a half month supply. Finally I sheepishly returned to the vitamin aisle. My requirements were 1)gummy 2)cheap. I found something fitting that bill, checked myself out and was on my way.

Lesson learned: the best vitamins are the vitamins you take.

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I bought a watch

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Disney (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

I didn’t start carrying a handbag till I was 32. For so many years, being able to stuff my things into the side pocket of the baby bag had worked just fine. I didn’t start wearing make-up till I was 34. I was living alone by then and that allowed me more time and money to spend on myself.

 

I wasn’t much interested in wearing a watch. My first watch was a Mickey Mouse watch my grandparents gave me when I was about nine years old. I ruined it almost immediately by deciding Mickey wanted to swim in the bathroom sink. Since when does a mouse swim? I remember buying a Citizen and a Wittenauer watch, but it seems I didn’t wear them long.

 

When I was about 30 years old I started working in call centers. You are in a fishbowl as a phone consultant in a call center. Absolutely everything is watched and measured and reported on. The goal is efficient use of time and money. And they have formulas and forecasts to assure their success. I learned that time, down to the minute, was very important and my time was not my own. I had a boss that said, “Business is lost in a fraction of a second in a call center.” I wasn’t prepared to take it all quite that seriously, however I got the point. Oddly through the first eight or so years in the call centers, I never wore a watch. Was it some sort of rebellion?

 

Five years ago, when I became a manager, I tried wearing one again. I was running with the “big boys” now. I wanted to look professional and responsible. So I wore it and looked at it when appropriate. However, my time was still not my own. I could plan  so that 11 hours worth of work fit into 8. But, the emergency monster, a Medusa-like creature, would come around the corner and destroy my day’s plan. Looking into her eyes would turn me to stone, cold and clunky.

 

Besides, clocks were everywhere. On mostly bare walls, on phones, on computers. The one circling my wrist was beginning to suffocate me like a boa constrictor squeezing to cut off breath and circulation. In a couple of months I had misplaced it. Until a month ago, I never thought about wearing one again.

 

I saw surfing the web, perhaps my favorite pastime. I saw a deal on a really cute watch. (Perhaps finding good deals is really my pastime.) The watch is silver with a pink face. “Well, you don’t really need a watch,” I told myself. But then on second thought, I realized I did. I have absolutely no set in stone schedule, and  I really like that. This year it became hard for me to keep a routine. I seemed to even have trouble with meetings that met the same day, same time, every week. But I have a lot to do. I’m very impressed with how much I’ve absorbed, how much I’ve accomplishment and that I’ve done on a shoestring budget.

 

So I have reclaimed and re-purposed my time. Now I do what I really care about, and can really care about the people I do it with. I wear my watch every time I leave the house. I’m on a mission with 16 hours worth of work to do in 12.