I also kept strong stomach-ache for many years, and I took care of that a few months before. As a result, I had to cut out a lot of food from my eating habits, such as mushrooms, nuts, milk and others stuff I can’t remember. I did it, and to be honest it wasn’t a big trouble for me, because I don’t care about food. In fact, it suits me fine? Less choice in restaurants, and again, a lack of interest in food.
In my daily life, I’m working and eating everyday with my friends and colleagues. I don’t even think about my appetite or not, I just follow the regular and perfect habit we constantly maintain. We follow a healthy eating routine, sometimes I even suggest something I feel like eating. Thanks to these weeks, I can feel well and not too tired, I go to yoga or gym every day, I feel strong or just normal.
But every weekend, my problem with food traps me again, as if it had lurked in the shadows to re-emerge strongest. I forget to eat. Firstly, I sleep and l no longer eat at regular hours. Secondly, I don’t have time because there are only two damn days and I always have a long list to accomplish. Thirdly, “what should I eat ?” is the eternal question.
I often try to get out this vicious circle, but the easiest solution is to sleep. I’m hungry? Let’s sleep and not listen to my stomach. I’m hungry? I will take care of it Monday 12:00 pm.
The effects and consequences on my whole body are including psychological consequences. First of all, as always, my stomach hurting is something I’m used to live with, I’m able to avoid of avoiding it for a long time, but at the same time I keep a bad temper in the background. I always feel tired, sometimes it’s even impossible for me to go out because I can’t even move or get out of my bed. When I finally get up, my head spins, I can’t see well for a few seconds, and getting out of my apartment becomes a huge stressful effort. As a result, I stay at home and I get hungrier and hungrier, easily falling into the vicious cycle I mentioned earlier. I often pull myself at the last minute and eat a huge meal and manage to get back on track until Monday. But what if I have to survive my holidays, 15 days with no routine, a food I’m completely unfamiliar and no recognizable restaurants landmarks?