Energy - Vitamin Therapy -

It is one of those mornings when for some reason I have the normally longed for word. ENERGY! Something is beginning to tell me that my problem isn’t a sleep disorder, or medication, but a major vitamin disorder. Why? I regained my energy after having a vitamin drink last night, and I don’t think it was the Wendy’s. What vitamin could I be lacking? Something that doesn’t appear on the physical tests because I just had one.

In reality I have no reason why I got a ‘normal’ amount of sleep last night, and still have energy in the morning. I am, however, very relieved. Even if it is just for a while, here I am. La la la la.

What has changed? Between yesterday and today?

Maybe my medication draws out a curtain vitamin from my system, so that I need more of it then the normal person? It isn’t the weight loss medication, except that makes my nails weak.

Luckily this new drink at the Copy Shop (where I used to work) has calcium in it as well. Zones 24c. The Copy Shop switch to it because Coca-Cola bought out Vitamin Water. Coca-Cola is evil. Just thought you would like to know.

If the problem with my system is vitamins or minerals, it is something that can be fixed. Fish oil for my brain, and all that other stuff for my brain as well. No wonder I was chugging down Fruit Juice before I was told I had high blood sugar.

Looking online on the subject at hand I came across an apparently not widespread concept Vitamin Therapy. Am I about to start to dance with vitamins, and such and such. The balance of not too much, but enough to make you feel better.

In my studio, no, by my studio are a number of others and one is filled with pictures of the poverty in Africa. A cheery subject to left ones head and see. I have been thinking about that Free Rice website where ten grains of rice are donated for every vocabulary question that a person gets right. Pouring out my rice to cook I thought, “Ten grains is so little. Just look at it. I could use the time playing that game to really work towards the problem.”

The solution is not to donate rice, but to provide the support needed to allow the farmer to grow more rice. This is not how rice is grown (I think), but giving a loan for a better plow, or giving the goats to provide food.

I remember one time when I was in Mass/Service (Church) and we watched a video on donating to the Rice Bowl, and there was a paper of how much money donated what kind of animal. We were watching the video on a big screen T.V., and I whispered to my sister, “I wonder how many goats that cost.”

I went to a…what is it called again…oh I forget. It was one of those shops where you buy almost directly from artists/craftsmen in the third world. Some shops are more direct then others.

So I went there, and I wanted the gloves and winter hats, because they were awesome, but I am a poor college student so I did not get them. That is about the end of my story. Wonderful wasn’t it?