It seems that for as long as I can remember I've had stomach issues. I've been a worrier princess since I was about 5, and it goes straight to my stomach. When I was in 5th grade, I went to the hospital and had to have a battery of tests done to see if there was anything seriously wrong, because I'd missed almost half the school year with stomachaches.
I had to drink barium. YUCK! I was feeling pretty sorry for myself, until I met another little girl my age who had to have a barium enema.
Anyway, they didn't find anything wrong, and I think it could be attributed to stress.
I was a neurotic little kid.
These days, though, it's different. I'm certainly less neurotic than I used to be, and I don't have panic attacks anymore, but I'm still an anxious person. But I'm also getting acid reflux, which is pretty new. It started a couple of months ago, and was a sign of PMS. But now it's pretty much constant.
I'm also getting stomach aches that feel like the lining of my stomach is being eaten away by paint thinner.
I don't think that's a good sign.
Which means a trip to the doctor.
Which means a co-payment.
And getting on the scale.
None of which I want to deal with.
I know I need to lose some weight (which will most likely help with the reflux), and I don't want to get weighed. Or be told what I already know. Or hear about the Paleo diet again. Or spend 40 bucks!!!!
So I guess I'll change my diet (again!), and have some whine with my food. See if that helps. (I don't know if whining and complaining are useful tools against acid reflux, but who knows?)
So I guess we could call this post "Bellyaching."(Get it? Huh? Huh? Oh c'mon, that's funny!)
Alright. I'm gonna go drink some water, have a Pepcid, and go to bed.
Thanks for listening, er, reading!