Type “A” personality, that’s me, not by choice, rather by nature’s design. Well, some of it might have been “learned” as a method of survival in a large family. I learned to keep my mouth shut rather than stand up for what was right… or even for “my” rights. I “internalized” everything.
Even as a child, my reaction to stressful events in the home or at school was to cram up. Where other people might eat during stressful situations, I was too wound up; eating was not a comfort.
As I grew into my teen years, my frequent abdominal cramps were exhausting me. I made an appointment with the family doctor who diagnosed Spastic Colon and prescribed Donatal. All these years later, I cannot recall for how long I actually took those little pills, but I do know, they worked wonders for the time that I took them.
My stress levels must have decreased as I married right out of high school and began my own life. Even with starting a family of my own and all of the financial struggles that went along with it, my stress levels never caused my IBS to reach the intensity where I sought the doctor again… during that stage of my life.
Growing older and expanding my circle to include friends who “partied”, I found that I enjoyed the occasional/social whiskey sour or wine at gatherings. My IBS still seemed under control. Could my IBS really have been caused by stress?
Thinking back, it was not until my husband died unexpectedly, leaving me with four children, that the spasms returned and have been with me off and on (more “on” than “off”) over the past twenty-five years. Recently, within the past year, the problem has intensified to the point of seeing the doctor and being prescribed another anti-spasmodic which helps a little bit, but it’s not the answer to my long-term problem.
I have been analyzing my stress level, which seems low right now, and eating habits; I am hoping to discover what foods may be responsible for my condition since I do not believe that stress is causing my current flare up.
This part of my blog is where I will be keeping a journal of what I eat, how I am feeling and hopefully eliminate the causes for this frustrating disease.
“Chow” for now!