So I'm about to get honest with you. Candid, honest, and possibly a little gross.
But I think we're all friends here.
I have had stomach issues for as long as I can remember. Tummy troubles. Poopy problems. Whatever you call it, that's where I am.
source- I know it looks crazy but it was too funny to pass up!
Growing up I would often get sick after dinner.
[I won't necessarily define "sick" for you as I'm sure you can infer from the previous "poopy problems" reference.]
In college it got worse. But given the diet of college students, that's not really a surprise. Pizza and popcorn and a little too much beer.
Graduate school came and I finally went to a tummy doctor and said "help!" It seemed like things just kept getting worse.
It was always the same.
I would eat. 5 minutes later my stomach would start to hurt. 1 minute later I would run, clutching my stomach, to the nearest bathroom. Any bathroom. Trust me, I lost my fear of public potties a long time ago.
Then, after feeling like my was stomach was exploding, I would be back to normal.
I would eat a burger one day and be sick. I would eat a burger one day and be fine. I would eat the greasiest meal ever and be fine. The next day I would eat cereal and get sick.
I didn't seem to make sense.
After a variety of conversations and tests (of a highly uncomfortable nature), the doctor determined I had IBS, irritable bowel syndrome. Also known as "something's wrong with your stomach but we just don't know what."
So I went along my merry way. I was still getting sick periodically but I was managing.
Then last year I started to get sick again very frequently. My husband had the great idea of limiting dairy. What if I was lactose intolerant? It seemed to make sense. My classic example of explaining my frustration was "I can eat cheesy greasy food and I get sick, but then I also have a bowl of cereal and get sick." What I was trying to express that it seemed like everything (heavy and light foods, good and bad for me foods) was making me sick.
But aha, a connection. Milk.
So about a year ago I cut our dairy (ish). I relied heavily on Lactaid pills to aid in the digestion of lactose in my tummy. Things seemed to be going great...
And it's really got me down.
Lately, when I look at food, I see an enemy staring back at me.
I'm afraid to eat anywhere but the comfort of my own home.
If I need to eat and then run an errand I have to eat long before I leave for fear of being on the highway and praying (like in those commercials) that a port-o-potty will fall from the sky.
I've lost weight. [Which has been on the to-do list for quite some time, but not quite like this.]
I feel a bit broken these days. Like I got reject parts.
Now my diet plan consists of no dairy, fried food, greasy food, baked goods or sugars.
I was at a luncheon the other day and everything had cheese or cream in it. All the desserst were dairy based. And after I grabbed my plate to make a big 'ole salad, the only dressing they had was Caesar.
Needless to say I came home and ate chicken noodle soup.
And it's amazing, when you can't eat a lot, food takes on a whole new perspective. Eating to sustain versus eating because you're bored is quite a new concept for me.
So what's a girl to do?
Doctor last week.
Searching out a dietician?
I'd love a magical list of all the things I can eat. Even if it's really really tiny, at least I would know!
So why am I telling you all of this? Well, I think we're at that point in our relationship where we can share. And I think any new followers probably hit "unsubscribe" after my first "poop" reference.
I know this sounds silly, but could you add my poor little tummy to your prayer list? It needs a bit of healing these days.