I can only describe my belly yesterday night as "horrific". I wouldn't wish the pain I was in last night on anyone, and I was about 10 seconds away from having The Boyfriend take me to the hospital, but I knew that there was nothing they could do for me short of injecting my belly with morphine. While the thought of a morphine injection was comforting, I took my bad tummy cocktail and put myself to sleep without it. If you thought this picture of my tummy was bad, you should have seen me last night.
In China I ate food with gluten, sugar, (some) dairy, white rice, fried food; and very little fruits and veggies. I ate muffins and white bread toast with butter and jam (Oops...did I forget to photograph that? Sorry.) I ate dessert after every meal. I had candy and never said no when someone offered me a treat. I drank coffee and tea daily in excessive quantities. I drank about one small bottle of water per day.
Same thing happens when I go to Grandma's house. Perfect tummy. What is it about traveling and eating food other people cook that settles better than food I make myself?
I'm beginning to have a theory.
Aside from one small cup of Starbucks fruit and one banana, all of my food in China was cooked. I know this might seem weird, but I love raw food, eat tons of salads, oodles of fresh fruit and make lots of raw vegan recipes. That said, maybe I can't digest it as well as I thought?
Hey, it could just be a theory. But it would totally explain why those charming Cocoa Krispies never upset my poor little tum tum.
Thoughts? Feel free to lend your opinions on another unrelated theory. I'm open to suggestions!