People often ask me how my stomach is doing. I often say, "It is doing much better than it was a year or so ago, thanks for asking". The follow up question I often get then is "So you can eat whatever you want now when your digestion feels good?" Unfortunetly, the answer to this is a big fat "no". It has made me realize that, yes, my digestion is improving, but not ultimately in the way I wish it would. When my digestion is having a better day, it is true I can eat whatever I want, in small portions. And when I say "small", I mean "small". Perhaps for you a small portion size of pizza would be a slice or two. For me, it is a measly two or three bites. And yes, maybe I can have a cookie. Not a whole cookie, but again, one or two bites.
The other day I went to a benefit wine tasting with a good friend. Along with the wine, a sample of baked dessert goods were being offered by a bakery I love, "Mirabelles". I hesitated before taking a plate of the yumminess. My friend asked, "Can you eat anything of that?" I said, "No, and I don't really like chocolate anyhow" (unless it is in liquid form). My friend sighed, and pushed her plate away, seemingly feeling guilty she could enjoy such pleasures.
Later I realized I wish I had responded differently. Sure, I could have eating a chocolate macoroon and a cinnamon cookie. But the consequnces? Not worth it. I certainly would not be hungry for dinner a few hours later and maybe not even for breakfast the next morning. I would much rather eat something I know I can digest, then take the risk of eating something that could get "stuck" for 12 hours or much more.
Of course, another aspect helping my digestion is the digestive enzymes I take at every meal and the drug, "motilium". These both help, but are not panaceas. And I have to be careful of the motilium dosage as if it is the right time of the month, my breasts become swollen and I lactate like a young mother. It would be a bit hard to explain why I have wet nipple marks on my shirt to my coworkers without having a baby.
Of course, that could be a whole other blog posting. . ."my experience with producing breast milk without actually having a child". . . . Maybe I should consider myself lucky. How many other women get to practice pumping before they actually have a kid?!
The other day I went to a benefit wine tasting with a good friend. Along with the wine, a sample of baked dessert goods were being offered by a bakery I love, "Mirabelles". I hesitated before taking a plate of the yumminess. My friend asked, "Can you eat anything of that?" I said, "No, and I don't really like chocolate anyhow" (unless it is in liquid form). My friend sighed, and pushed her plate away, seemingly feeling guilty she could enjoy such pleasures.
Later I realized I wish I had responded differently. Sure, I could have eating a chocolate macoroon and a cinnamon cookie. But the consequnces? Not worth it. I certainly would not be hungry for dinner a few hours later and maybe not even for breakfast the next morning. I would much rather eat something I know I can digest, then take the risk of eating something that could get "stuck" for 12 hours or much more.
Of course, another aspect helping my digestion is the digestive enzymes I take at every meal and the drug, "motilium". These both help, but are not panaceas. And I have to be careful of the motilium dosage as if it is the right time of the month, my breasts become swollen and I lactate like a young mother. It would be a bit hard to explain why I have wet nipple marks on my shirt to my coworkers without having a baby.
Of course, that could be a whole other blog posting. . ."my experience with producing breast milk without actually having a child". . . . Maybe I should consider myself lucky. How many other women get to practice pumping before they actually have a kid?!
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