Reged: 07/10/04
Posts: 1176
Loc: Manhattan, New York
I so so feel for you. We ALL understand. Food is such an emotional issue for every human being, a source of connection, nurturing, fun, everything. I have sobbed many a time about this IBS malarky. But it is what it is, and you will reach a point where you will dust yourself off and committ to a diet where finding out what it is that bothers you and what it is that heals you is going to be your mission. During that experimentation you will also have down moments...its a long process and its impossible to stay focused and strong the whole way through. but you WILL do it. And you will become passionate about inventing yummy dishes for yourself. For now...(and when I go through bad attack times...like right now I am still just eating what you can when you can't eat anything!!)...buy little treats for yourself. I like to buy myself cute, girlie stickers (childish I know), body cream...have a relaxing bath with bubbles and candles and just pamper myself in ways that don't involve food. Put on a pretty top when my husband comes home. I just got married under two months ago, one month after a stomach virus that most people kicked in one day (I am still suffering two and half months later). I was usually, for ten years, ibs-c and suddenly now, since that virus and ibs-d...its insane. I am a passionate cook and still cook for my husband. It is so sad for me that I can't eat with him, but just watching his enjoyment from the food I make is enough for me. It makes me hopeful too...because I know my ibs is not going to be this bad forever....everyday is a new day of trial and error (tonight I am introducing sweet potato, which I know is safe for everyone, but I am so sensitive at the moment its hard to know!)...and each day will bring surprises...some bad (I can't have chocolate!!!! arrrggghhhhh) and some good (I can have olive oil!!!! woooo hooooo). I just try to focus on the good things I have. I know its not easy all the time, and I let myself feel sorry for myself too (everyone deserves a good sob)...but I then do tell myself that I am not in a wheelchair or dying of terminal cancer. And the good days are appreciated so much...ooooh how wonderful to not feel nauseous. I know I've been babbling..please hang in there....you have all of us, always, and you WILL get better. Big hugs and lots of love
-------------------- Feel the fear and do it anyway!
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