To be a fully functioning human, I need to have at least seven hours sleep a night. Eight is preferable. I can even push that to nine at the weekends.
Eating out will always be scary territory when you have IBS, especially as you attempt the wonderful world of FODMAPs.
I think we all know that I have this thing for midi skirts. Especially those with a side order of pleats.
In the IBS community booze is well-known as a bowel stimulant. So can someone please explain why I thought it was ok to drink a bottle of prosecco and do shots while on the Low-FODMAP diet?
I should start this post by stating that I am the luckiest girl in the world that I have a financé who’s more than happy to cook for me. Constantly. And all despite my ever-changing dietary requirements.
There was always going to come a time where I forgot I was meant to be strictly following the Low-FODMAP diet. A time that would see me reach for a packet of Sensations Lime/Coriander Chutney Poppadoms that Al had snuck into the cupboard, and wolf down half of the contents, minus reading the label for ingredients.
Anxiety is a little fucker. Sorry for the swearing but for me, there’s just no other way to describe it.
Back in October I wrote a favourite blog post of mine, 10 Things About IBS That I’m Not Afraid to Share. I was overwhelmed by all the comments and Tweets that I received, so much so, I decided I’d recreate this post in video form just for the shits and giggles, and obviously the horrendous facial expressions. Enjoy!
It’s happening. I’m now two weeks into the FODMAP diet which means it’s about time I post about how the hell it’s going. And it’s going.
I have several problems with trousers. I can’t ever find a pair that fit my waist, hips and short legs. Nor can I find any that are roomy enough to allow for a little extra stretch when my IBS bloat requires. I basically need to live in elasticated waists. Enter today’s Want it on Wednesday.