I'M BONKING

When runners, cyclists or other endurance athletes hit the wall and reach the peak of exhaustion, it's called "bonking". (No, not THAT kind of bonking, silly.) I wish we normal slugs had a name for it.

I'm not sure what's going on with me this week. I'm completely zapped of my energy and these dark, sunken eyes give me the appearance of a crack head on about day #8 of a weeklong bender. I'm resting fairly well at night, but I just can't seem to find my usual, energetic self. I'm working each day... walking each evening... and I've even spent quite a lot of time in the kitchen each night this week, so it's not like my get-up-and-go totally got up and went. But I'm a tad off kilter.

I think it's the anemia. My doctor recently doubled my daily dosage of iron, so hopefully that will take effect. But I still have these secret moments where I wonder if it's my age. What if this is what 41 is supposed to feel like, and my body just now got the memo? (dunt-dun-duh.) Ok, logially, I know that's silly-talk. I mean, things change as you get older. But at the end of the day, I know in my heart...