Never Ever Dull
With every conversation, I always seem to end with "Never a dull moment"....our lives are rich, complex, and beautiful stories. Join me in laughing about everyday things and appreciating life-bumpy roads and all.
Move over, Bo Derek. I'm the next 10. Yep. TEN but in a very different context. Last summer, I learned that I was very iron deficient. "SEVERE" plastered on all my charts. My team of doctors was concerned. They told me to return in 2 weeks. So, during that in-between time, I started pumping iron. Iron supplements, that is. And iron rich foods. Anything to bump up my iron numbers since I had seen the look on their faces. After two weeks, I weighed in at a crazy 2 for my iron (ferratin) levels. That is crazy. "Normal" women have something close to 50. I barely made the grid. More concern from the doctors. So, I become more determined. I doubled, then tripled my intake of iron. Imagine Popeye toting his spinach cans-- that was me. Again, I go to the docs and learn I'm a 5. What?!? This is nuts. My expectation was that I'd be close to that "normal"range-at least, double digits. I had been the Iron Nazi, crazed with those little pills and red meats, green veggies, etc. After all sorts of testing and monitoring, the docs say to keep pumping iron. I have. I can tell you every food and the number of grams of iron it holds. I can share about the different types of iron supplements. I am an iron pumping expert. It's slowly working. Slowly. Last week, I returned to my normal routine: spin classes and running. I had to rest a bit afterwards-kind of embarrassing to run a couple of miles only to crawl to my bed with absolutely zero energy.... but my dream is be like Bo, a 10, a perfect 10.
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