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I love french fries. Baked, not fried (I can’t remember the last time that I had anything fried…). I especially love the thin “fast-food style” that I can no longer find in the one brand of frozen french fries that I can eat. I decided to be daring and buy the “seasoned’ variety. I think I bought them three weeks ago and it took me this long to be brave enough to try them.
I had them for lunch.
So far so good I think. Although things are a little rumbly. Only time will tell. Hopefully I will be able to place them on the imaginary “ok for a treat every once in awhile” list that I try to keep in my head. (For the record, I don’t recommend this method of tracking your trigger foods as it usually takes me about three times of eating the food and not feeling well after to remember that a food is on the banned food list. Perhaps that I why I exist so much on carbohydrates…..haha)
I was so totally shocked by my husbands awesome Valentines day presents that I forgot to post about how sad it is to face rows after rows of candy that is suddenly half-off on Feb. 15th. I think it should be listed as cruel and unusual punishment.
oh chocolate, how I miss you….. (I’m thinking it would be a little to corny to continue with “…let me count the ways!” but I assure you that I have a list…)
(i should have gone out and bought some pure sugar candy but I didn’t think I would have had the willpower to stay away from the chocolate and that would have been really really really bad….)
Have you been reading your Digestive Health SmartBrief??
Well I have. And I have them to thank for finding this success story. Sometimes it’s just nice to read about people that have the right attitude.
Half way there and still alive. I guess that’s a good thing.
The first night was the worst. I kept having to run to the bathroom while I was trying to put the Kid to bed because the belly kept cramping and making me feel like I had to, you know, right this second. It is hard to convince a kid to stay in bed as you’re running to the bathroom and leaving him in his room alone. I finally got both of us to bed only to be jolted awake in the middle of the night for more bathroom fun. So I woke up the first morning exhausted and have only gotten more so as the week goes on.
Only two more days! yay!
The rest of the week has been uneventful except for the big snow storm that visited New England. I am waiting for something to go wrong. I usually have BM’s in the morning, because I get up and have some time to relax, which is of course the most important part of BM’s these days. The last few mornings that just hasn’t been able to happen, I am too busy racing around the house trying to get things done. So eventually, my system will decide it has had enough. I am just hopeful that I will be near a bathroom when it happens.
I have been eating ok this week. This is hard to do really. I can make something that passes for healthy for the kid quickly but it’s always stuff I can’t eat. So I make him dinner and have a bowl of cereal when we get home late or I’m feeling lazy. Usually. This week though I cooked on Sunday and have been eating “real” food all week. I am sure that is helping to keep the intestines calm. I just need to keep it up. (Having cinnamon buns for lunch counts as keeping it up right??? Oh well, really food for dinner. )
I can’t wait to sleep in on Saturday.
I finally posted this on the “About” page. I think this is the 25th version or something like that….
The past week has been fine. Nothing really exciting to write about so I didn’t bother coming on here to bore you. Or me.
But this coming week, it will be different. New and different! Aren’t you excited???
Oh, by “different”, I mean terrifying. Yeah, that may be a better way to describe it. Because the Hubby is going on a business trip. He’ll be gone all week. SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A whole week just me and the Kid. Which really it not a problem, it will be great to have him to myself for a week. So you’re probably asking: Why the help wanted sign on my front lawn then? Well, the Hubby and I both have 45 minute drives to work in the morning. He takes the kid in one direction (because he works 10 minutes from daycare and all the Kid’s doctors). And I, on the other hand, have 45 minutes of highway miles to get to work -in the OPPOSITE DIRECTION.
So this week, my trip to daycare and then to work will be about 2 hours. If I don’t hit any accidents on the highways and we don’t get any significant snow fall. Two wonderful hours, each way. That’s baaaaadddd… Especially will the added stress of having to make it to daycare from work before a certain time so they don’t charge me an freakin fortune for every minute I am late picking him up. It’ll be great!
I have already told my boss that there is no way in hell I’ll be into work on time. There just isn’t. I can’t go to bed any earlier, I am already in bed almost as soon as the kid is asleep. And the morning is what it is, IBS issues and all. I’ll be getting out of the house as early as possible and then just praying I get to work before noon. Hahaha, ok, it won’t be thatbad. But the likelihood of me getting out of the house at 6am to get to work by 8am? Absolutely zero. So all the time that I am late I’ll have to cover with vacation time. What a waste of good paid time off.
(oh, and speaking of time off, I have all my fingers and toes crossed that he doesn’t get sick because I do not have enough of that to cover any time off. My biggest concern is that he’ll spike some mysterious fever just for the hell of it and I will be soooooooo screwed. agh! I can’t even think about it without my intestines cramping. My boss is sick to, and I have been listening to her cough and hack all week. I feel like I need to disinfect myself before I come inside my house so the kid doesn’t get it.)
I am most worried about the later part of the week. When I am exhausted from the longer drive, and having to be the one who gets up with the Kid in the middle of the night (which he hasn’t done at all this week, but of course, will do nightly this coming week). Because the exhaustion brings on the IBS symptoms and just plain icky feeling.
So, this week may be filled with lots of bitching and complaining and posts written with only one eye open that I might forget to spell check or proof read. I’m just saying, you’ve been warned. 
