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Vitamins

I wish my diet were more balanced and I got every nutrient I needed. I actually eat pretty good, mostly in part due to the roomie making veggies for me. But it takes a lot of work to eat a diet that meets all the nutrient requirements in a given day, not to mention nutritional needs of a training schedule. And that's not me complaining, I've actually researched this a fair amount and it's based on nutritionist's and dietician's information. Not impossible but just a lot of work. And considering I put the second coat of polish on my nails after I'm in the car so it can actually have time to dry, overly difficult is not something I need to add to my life.

So instead I add vitamins. And I hate them. Because they are in solid state, I feel like I have to drink a gallon of water with them. And since iron and vitamin b tend to make me yak on an empty stomach, I also have to eat with them. Such a pain in the ass. Enter gummy vitamins. Yeah I know they probably came up with them for little kids who can't swallow but I love them. They have become the highlight of my day. Granted I get a few calories out of it but if it makes taking vitamins a little more fun, I'll deal with it. It's not like I'm eating a whole box of fruity pebbles and have to run for 2 hours. First it was my Omega 3 and now the calcium. Now to find a good multi-v in gummy form.

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