We went away this weekend again (Really, for someone with IBS, I seem to do a lot of car traveling). The trip itself this time was ok. But once I got there, just thing after thing after thing piled up until I felt horrible Saturday afternoon. I take the meds at certain times, which have to be followed by food at certain times, to be most effective. I am used to eating like this:

5:00 am – alarm goes off. booooo…. 

5:30 am -Take pill

6:00am – Breakfast – two waffles with syrup and juice

9:00 am – bagel

11:30 am – take 2 pills

12:00 pm – lunch, usually a sandwich

4:00 pm – snack – usually more waffles, they are a wicked staple in my diet

5:00 pm – take a pill

5:30 pm – eat dinner

Now that you all have more info than you will ever need – Hahahahaha   Needless to say, the routine up there is waaaaaayyyyyyyyy different. Not even close. But I won’t bore you. I started to type it and was boring myself. Bad sign.

So anyway, this weekend :

1. I got off my schedule. Eating and sleeping where all messed up time wise and Whoa! My body doesn’t like that.

2. I had to eat someone else’s less than healthy cooking. Chicken that had baked and created an inch of grease around it.  EWW. My poor tummy. But it tasted good.

3. Crappy sleeping. The Kid has to room in with us while we visit. So every little noise he makes, I’m awake. Plus, it’s a lot harder to pretend that I am asleep so the Hubby will get up with him when he wakes up at 5 A.M. (Not that I ever do that. Nope, not me.  Well, ok. Maybe I have done it once or twice. But I always end up getting up anyway if I am really awake because I feel bad that he is up and I’m not). So after two nights, I was a little low on sleep. I never feel good when I don’t get enough sleep.

4. I walked too much. Experts say that exercise is good for bowel health. HA! It’s helps with mobility. People with IBS-D (or in my case IBS-Combo) do NOT need help in that area. So I walked around the mall, and then walked around outside and then had to do some seriously lengthy sitting still on the Throne.  blah.

So come Sunday morning, I was ready to go. Ready to get home. I had to go while the going was good. But I am glad we went. And am equally glad that I am home.