So, for the past few weeks (right around the time we went to Seattle), I’ve been having some gastro distress (as usual). It started as bad stomach acid, then moved to a more southerly region of the bod. Simply put, I’ve been miserable. I’ve tried fiber supplements, Chinese herbs, whining, smoothies, groaning, pouting, being depressed, and sulking. None of these has worked.
Of course, I’ve also scared myself into thinking I’ve got the Big C — ovarian or colon — but I’ve had both areas checked out (short of anything ending in -oscopy) and nothing has presented itself.
Things started to calm down at the end of last week, when I went back to Weight Watchers and also paid a visit to my acupuncturist. Saturday, I was very careful about everything I ate, leaning heavily toward veggies and fruit. I felt fine. When I got home from a meeting before having to head back out for grocery shopping, I had a Skinny Cow (the no sugar added kind), and not too much later, the Misery began. My stomach bloated up, and I left a vapor trail behind me at Central Market (sorry). Later, Matt and I went to see The Darjeeling Limited (love!) at the Alamo Drafthouse, where I had the chicken strips basket. I had both cream gravy and ranch dressing (klassy!) and the gas, it was horrible.
Conversely, I had no dairy yesterday and have had none today and am blissfully gas- and other things-free. I think I’ve found the culprit behind my misery. So, it’s back to soymilk and sorbet for me. Now what do I do with all of this expensive, organic, and highly delicious yogurt I just bought?
(Then again, I’ve also not had any carbonated beverages and have scaled back seriously on my caffeine consumption — what if dairy’s not the culprit? Damn. But the circumstantial evidence points to dairy. Shoot.)