My good friend Kate Lebo, who blogs about pie and poetry at Good Egg, got hooked on Vitamin D because of me. She writes: “Brian swears he has twice the energy he used to, and the pace with which he’s been blogging about Heavy, working on his one man show, and doing his usual magic at Hugo House seems like proof enough.”
Every day, I take 2,000-4,000 IUs of vitamin D, a vitamin B, which I showed some love over here, and a Men’s One multivitamin, which gives me burps that taste like carrots and makes my pee day-glo yellow, but sometimes you have to give a little.
I remember the night I evangelized about the powers of vitamin D to Kate well. We were at the Redwood drinking beer, but before I started in, I busted out a small bag of pills (No, there were no roofies on there.) and opened the hatch. The pills didn’t make my night of drinking any easier the next day, but they certainly help me get out of bed, making me more cuddly bear cub than velociraptor in the morning. (Coffee helps, too.) The Seattle weather can fuck with you on a deeply psychological level. For months at a time, you’ll believe the sun doesn’t exist, the main source of vitamin D besides a short list of foods that includes fish liver oils, beef liver and and sardines. (There’s some normal stuff, too.)
But vitamin D is the anti-drug, and I’m glad to hear Kate, who eats pie all the time but somehow still looks like this (She’s the one on the left.), is on the stuff, too.
Skinny people, I’m coming for you.