Darn it.
I had a cup of coffee this morning, it being Sunday and all. The only trouble is, I now think it will be one of the things going onto my avoid in flare-up list. My stomach bloated, and then - you guessed it, trips to the bathroom.
Boring.
From tomorrow, I’ll be cutting out coffee too.
It's always, ‘from tomorrow’ - don’t you find?
But I really mean it. I want to be well by Christmas. I've made fig and olive chutney and I haven't been able to they it, I reckon it’s going to go really well with gorgonzola and red wine, only I can’t have gorgonzola and red wine when I’m in flare, well I can, but I'd have to pay for it in toilet trips afterwards.
I'm so near to when I wasn’t in flare that it is still tangible to me. It takes a long time for my digestive system to get completely out of whack, and I believe it is never one thing. It’s usually a combo of badness, not enough selfcare, not enough exercise, too much stress, worrying about things, not talking enough, not being creative, not eating well, not taking probiotics, not meditating, not breathing properly, oh many, many things. And to get back into remission it is not just one thing either, and it takes time.
This is why I've started this blog, to see if my theory is true and to chart my recovery, because I am going to recover and I am going to have that glass of fine wine with cheese and my homemade chutney at Christmas.
End of.
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