This weekend was not a fun one. The best part about this IBS thing is that it changes all the time. Yep. That is my favorite part! Because without that, how could I ever unsuspectingly eat a meal from Olive Garden that I love and have eaten many times without issue and then pay for it all night long???  blah. I love Olive Garden’s chicken Marsala (yes, the original one, not the cheesy stuffed one). I love it! Every time we have ever gone, that is the only thing I get (granted, most of the menu is stuff I can’t eat but we won’t dwell on that…). But anyway – the Kid was away for the first time ever Saturday night so the hubby when to get take out and we had a nice quiet dinner with no kid to throw food. We hadn’t been there in a long time so it was a real treat.

And then I was up overnight and into Sunday with all the typical painful symptoms.  We missed the family barbeque they always have for the holiday weekend and Hubby missed the softball game.    For the record, I told him he could go without me but he refused.  He’s such a great guy 

But anyway, no more Olive Garden for awhile. BOOO! 

Of course, the way IBS works, I can’t really say if it was the yummy food or not. It could have just been a fluke. But I am not really all that inclined to try it again anytime soon. 

Then, on top of that, a single piece of the best chocolate ever (Godiva of course) gave me a wicked stomach ache. Hubby got me a box for Mother’s Day and I guess I won’t be able to eat it.  I just struck out all over the place this weekend.

Now pardon me while I go pout.