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.
If you’re reading the title of this post, scratching your head, thinking Low-FODWHATNOW, this post is for you. Because 6 months ago, I’d have been in the same boat and now I’m here to help you out.
On my 30th birthday I was keen to go out and celebrate but instead my IBS flared its ugly head and meant I only felt less anxious once we’d cancelled our plans and I’d instead sunk my bloated, cramping belly into a hot bubble bath. This routine has become more frequent than I’d like and each time leaves me feeling frustrated that I’ve had to cancel my plans with friends, again. This year, I’m taking Anna’s advice (aka All About the Balance) and will start being more kind to myself.
For the first time ever, I went to an appointment about my IBS and didn’t leave 10 minutes later, in floods of tears. While that might not mean much to you, to me, this was a BIG deal.
For me and my bloated IBS belly, nothing beats the comfort of my trusty pyjamas. The first thing I do when I get in from work is pull mine on, it’s normally the highlight of my day! A weekend with no plans, I’ll stay in my pyjamas. Friend coming round but you don’t want to get changed, pyjamas. In my dream world, I’d wear pyjamas 90% of my time.
IBS can be super embarrassing, I get that, but in a bid to help break the poo taboo (one of my fave phrases), I’m sharing more of my story. And yes I will always have my top jeans button popped. Long live smock tops.
After a whirlwind trip to Dubai last week my body still seems to be playing catchup. I had bad anxiety the day we flew which led itself to a nasty IBS flare up which I’m still recuperating from. AKA the IBS down days. The ones where you’re so exhausted and lethargic that you can barely get out of bed. This weekend I felt the full effect of said down days and it sucked. Massively.
I’ve had IBS for what feels like a 100 years now and have been faced with every throwaway comment from people who might mean well, but don’t get it. So I figured, why not turn those comments into a cheat sheet of things NOT to say to someone with IBS. Because if there’s one thing I’ve learnt, it’s that you’ve got to educate people around invisible illnesses. Here goes!