At the last “Cheap Beer and Prose,” I ran into my friend and former coworker Jessica. We got to talking, and she said, “I’ve been reading your blog lately….” Instantly, I felt somewhat embarrassed.
“You have?” I asked as my mind roamed through my recent–and possibly gross and/or offensive–posts: the bloody nipples; pretending to be a veteran (considering pretending to be a ovarian cancer-surviving veteran, to boot); that picture of the penis pump. (Thankfully, I hadn’t written about my bleeding thighs or witnessing my first–and only!–papsmear, at that point.) Which would cause her to tell me I was a disgusting human being?
None, actually. Jessica brought up my blog to tell me she had started taking vitamin D after reading about it here and on my little-sister-I-never-had Kate Lebo’s blog. (Sorry, Lebo. I’m taking credit for this one.)
I didn’t ask Jessica much more about it that night, but I emailed her a few days later to get the full scoop on her D-usage, and here’s what she wrote:
“I knew that we have low levels of vitamin D as northwesterners so I figured [vitamin D] would be worth a try. I bought some 1,000 unit gel caps at Madison Market and within maybe a week of taking them I noticed that I had more energy, especially when I woke up, which was earlier than usual! So, less sleep required and more energy!”
What vitamin D has done for Jessica is exactly what it has done for me.
Skinny people, beware, I am coming for your souls.