bloat

Sometimes it’s cheese, but never yogurt. Sometimes it’s bread, but never peanut butter. Sometimes it’s chocolate ice cream, but never Swiss chocolate. Sometimes it’s carrots, but never cucumbers. Always, it’s frustration. Last week, for five straight days, I had a belly the size of a thumb-sucking alien baby, and I had no idea why. What did I eat? What did I do? Was I stressed? Was it the healthy energy balls, or the homemade tea latté, or the mid-week lunch date, or was it the upcoming pre-calc test I’d been studying non-stop for? This scenario was not a new one for me. For years, I have struggled with bloating, with a belly that juts out to the size of a five-month pregnant chick the moment it takes in something it’s decided it doesn’t like, tormenting me with gaseous, explosive pains that roil about and kick beneath the skin’s surface. A […]