Having IBS for well over 11 years has taught me a lot about myself, from learning where the nearest loos are at all times to realising that I have anxiety that I can’t always control. In honour of IBS Awareness Month I’m sharing what I’ve learnt…
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.
Last week I felt pooped. I’d had several days jammed with meetings and was feeling a little under the weather with swollen glands and a sore throat – which has now made me bed bound.
It seems ironic to be writing this post a couple of days after saying that this is the year I’m going to be kinder to myself, however Monday set out to test me and my anxiety and I didn’t want to let it take over so early in the new year. So I put my new mantra into practice and attempted to calm the fuck down.
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.
Living with IBS means you face a daily battle to make sure you keep your gut as happy as possible. I’ve got this down to 11 things I do daily that definitely make all the difference.
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.
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.