After 6 weeks of strictly following the Low-FODMAP diet I’ve finally started the reintroduction phase and it won’t come as any surprise that I started with avocados. Because god damn, I’ve missed them.
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.
So much good stuff happened in February that I noted it all down to reflect on.
Eating out will always be scary territory when you have IBS, especially as you attempt the wonderful world of FODMAPs.
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.