Tomato Fever

So guess what? 

I really wasn't kidding about my tomato kick - I've been eating them like crazy. And I like tomatoes but not eat-them-every-day like.  I reserve that spot for chocolate. But I can't get enough. I seriously cannot stop eating them. It's so strange.

Strange enough that I did a little googling and what I found was surprising and yet, not surprising. Craving tomatoes indicates low iron.

I had some blood work  done several months ago and when my labs were sent to me it showed my iron was low.  I've been anemic before and there are some simple ways to tell that's happening - fatigue, white nail beds, and intolerance for cold. I exhibited all of these so I wasn't shocked. My blood work was unrelated but when I went up for my follow-up I asked about my iron and my doc was completely unconcerned because he felt like if he could get my medication straightened out then it would resolve on it's own.

I like my doc but the lab is really inconsistent - the next time I went, I got no lab report. Then I went last week and got a partial report - it only showed the areas we were looking at so there wasn't anything related to iron.

The last few weeks my energy has been low and I'm shivering in bed, curled up to the husband while he's kicking off covers complaining how hot he is - so I just told my husband that I thought my iron was low. Either that or my hormones had gone wack. And since I didn't feel the desire to run someone over while sobbing simultaneously, I wasn't really thinking it was the hormone thing.

I know this makes me nerd-supreme but it's so fascinating to me how the body works. How the body can actually tell you what you need. All the time people (usually really thin people) say things like "Just listen to your body." Well, my body talks very quietly and most the time I can't hear it.  Except when it's screaming at me for french fries, that I hear loud and clear...

So body, I heard you and I swallowed that little iron pill like you've been asking me too. Now, can you please supply me some heat so that I'm not the crazy lady running the heater when it's 100 degrees outside?  Or if that's too much to ask then just talk to the tummy and see if you can't convince it to flatten out a little. Either one of those would work...