I seem to have reached a certain age without thinking too much about how to stay healthy. I mean, I am healthy. I mostly eat well, better than most, though I also drink more than most and don’t really exercise more than most, though I’ve gotten better about that (I really have no choice, given that my days tend to be spent sitting on the couch, typing on a laptop, snoozing cat by my side. It’s peaceful, but over the past year it has led to atrophy of the butt). But I’ve never really paid that much attention to what goes into the food I eat — how much iron a certain food has, or vitamin D, or B12, or really I haven’t thought much about vitamins period, not since my Flintstone tablets days. I would go through periods where I’d take a one-a-day when I remembered, like, maybe once every other day.
On my last birthday I resolved that I would get better about making sure I was getting my recommended daily dose of vitamins. And then I kept forgetting to take them. Even when the bottle was sitting right in front of me, I either wouldn’t see it or I would see it and think, “Right — next time I get up I’ll get a glass of water and take a vitamin.” And then I’d get up, go into the kitchen, get some food and a glass of water, sit back down on the couch, eat the food, drink the water, and forget all about the vitamin.
Obviously, the only way to make something a habit is to do it over and over and over again until it becomes something you don’t have to think about. The hard part is at the beginning, remembering to do that thing. So to help me get to that point, I went out and got one of those plastic daily pill containers.
It’s been five days and I have forgotten to take them only once (yesterday).
I now feel about 80 years old.
Especially since I CAN’T REMEMBER WHERE I PUT THE VITAMINS TO REFILL THE CONTAINER.
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