Christine vs. The Vitamins

When I was younger I could not stomach vitamins. Literally.
My Mom, being the good mother that she was/is, occasionally tried to make us kids eat them.

Don't get me wrong, I love to be healthy (even when I was younger), but I honestly could not get passed the taste/texture. One time, I took a vitamin... and threw it up.
Yeah, not a very pleasant memory.

So, today I was thinking about how I want to be as healthy as I can possibly be. Needless to say, my mind wandered to the vitamins.

*cue foreboding music.*

After I had my lunch, I looked in our vitamin container. (yes, we actually do have a whole container devoted to this stuff.)

I found several different vitamins. Some for eyes, digestion, etc, and some just for random health problems. Oh, and not to mention the kids ones (you know, the kind that are disguised as harmless teddy bears)... Anyway, I digress.

As I was reading about them (you can never be too careful where vitamins are concerned), my Mom pointed out a liquid kind that she thought would be good for me.

I don't remember what it was called; but I decided to give it a try. I had high hopes. Practically floating on the highest cloud possible.

Determined to overcome my phobia, I tried to get the cap off.
Please put the emphasis on the "tried" part.

The thing was child-proof.
Who are they trying to keep out? A rocket-scientist may have designed it, but I doubt he could have opened that thing -- I certainly had a time trying to get it off.
I stood there for a good seven minutes just twisting and pushing down, and twisting and pushing down...

It might have been wise to take the whole ordeal as a sign that I was not supposed to pursue the particular dietary supplement.
When I finally got the top unscrewed, I poured the most vile, icky looking stuff on the face of the earth (get this) on one of our teaspoons.

Josiah was watching this whole thing go down — he was such an encouragement in my time of anguish.

I didn't want to go through with this. I tried to back out after smelling the stuff (not the smartest move), but Josiah said that it would be, "good for you".

As he looked at me with his big, green eyes, I knew that I had to suck it up and be the big sister.

The yellowish/greenish, gloopy stuff dribbled a little on to the table.
So, I plugged my nose (like all those wimpy kids do in the movies) and stuck it in my mouth.

After I took the spoon out, I had a terrible time swallowing. I reached for my coffee and took a big gulp.

Upon prying my lips from the coffee cup, the horrible taste still lingered.

I gagged and almost barfed [multiple times].

NEVER AGAIN!
It was putrid, I tell you, putrid! A more odious vitamin I could not have picked.

I didn't express my sentiments quite so strongly, as I was still the big sister, and determined to be brave.

(Josiah went around the house saying "Christine can handle anything." That was a great moment for me... ) At least my kid brother doesn't think I'm a sissy.

I told my Mom about how horrid that vitamin was, thinking that it had to be a mistake.
She said she had tasted worse.
I have a very hard time buying that — but assuming that was true, I will never, willingly put that stuff in my mouth again (for a very long time at least).

I was extremely proud that I didn't puke though.

I decided to take some vitamin C.  And that is a much more tame vitamin. Oh yeah, I loveeee vitamin C now.

When push comes to shove, get me some vitamin C.

And that was my endeavor with that particular dietary supplement - I think I'll try something else tomorrow.

Fish Oil.