For the past however many years (eeps, I think it'e more than 10 years) I have had occasional flare ups of IBS. IBS Stands for Irritable Bowel Syndrome. It's not that big of a deal. My digestive tract doesn't quite work right all the time.
But after the norovirus extravaganza, things seemed to go from bad to worse. I had no energy. I would go to bed by 8:30 or 9. I didn't want to go running; I didn't want to go work out at all. And I was cranky too.
My nice husband still got up diligently at 6:30 a.m. to make me breakfast four days a week. Since it's been cold and snowy out, he made oatmeal. The kind of oatmeal that's not quick oats. These take are Irish steel cut oats, and they take about an hour to cook correctly. I'd drag ass down about 7:15, shower and sip coffee until it was ready.
And most days I'd have these bouts of distress (to put it mildly). My pants didn't fit anymore. I have weird body issues anyway, so this freaked me out and I didn't want to eat anything. I felt better when I didn't eat much. I've avoided milk and soy for a long time. Milk doesn't taste good and soy makes me absolutely sick.
Finally, one Thursday after I came home sick and was in bed (at 4 p.m. for cripe's sake) with a heating pad on my stomach, we figured we try some different foods. I'd go off of gluten for awhile. I made an appointment with my doctor too, in order to check for Celiac disease. And nuts. They seem to make me sick too. They always have.
At first I thought Ok, this isn't so bad. At least I can still have coffee and dairy. Within days I started to feel better. Mostly better.
My doctor asked if I could be lactose intolerant. No. No, I cannot be lactose intolerant. Yes, my sister has to limit her dairy intake or risk migraines. But it would make sense. So I
Here is what I had for lunch the other day: