IBS leaves me feeling lethargic 99.9% of the time. Even when I’m having minimal symptoms, I still feel tired. I ache, I yawn, I feel heavy and I crave rest and sleep.
Two weeks ago today I tried to reintroduce pasta into my life as the second food to reintroduce on the Low-FODMAP diet. I can safely say my body fell at the first hurdle. I cooked up 5 tbsp, the recommended amount for day one, threw in some bacon, courgette and a fried egg and munched it down. My body is not one to be fooled and it reacted immediately, bloating and gurgling. I went to bed straight after.
Two weeks on, I still don’t feel 100% back to normal. My stomach has continued to feel heavy, my limbs have continued to ache and I have needed to spend almost every evening resting.
And that’s ok, because I’m practicing being kind to myself and listening to what my body is telling me. And if it needs rest, I’m giving it all the rest it could need. Last week that meant clearing my diary completely, so I did so.
Work is busy and tough at the moment and to treat myself I booked Al and I tickets to see Beauty and the Beast and have a dinner Friday night. I also arranged to visit Homesense with my mum Saturday, before popping into my auntie’s for cuddles with my three honorary nephews. Then, after the rugby, I then planned for Al and I to spend the evening with our besties, giving their baby cuddles, eating a takeaway and watching a film.
It was great but my god did it take it out of me. I had big plans for Sunday but ended up feeling tired and really low, spending most of the day napping and crying. None of which is what I had intended.
Sunday’s are the day I’ve started to carve out to unwind after a hectic week and an action-packed Saturday. They are intended as my day of rest. Where I can clean the bunny’s pen out, make her new toys, tick some more things off my wedding to-do list and, of course, catch up on blogging. I set no alarms, go at my own pace and spend the entire day in my pyjamas. It’s heaven.
And I physically and mentally need to do this. I need to have that day to recharge my batteries and prepare myself for the week ahead. And despite the fact that sometimes it frustrates the hell out of me because I’m only 30 and I should be able to do whatever the hell I want, when I want, I know how important it is to look after myself. And how much I will suffer if I don’t.
So for now until the end of time, I will continue to selfishly lock my Sunday’s up for my use only.
Hands up fellow gut healthers who need all the rest in the world to function?!?!
P.S So far I’ve only managed to try avocado and pasta during my reintroduction phase. I’m waiting until I feel more human to try the next one…
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