I guess a little background...
Currently I'm five feet tall and I think I weigh over 140 lbs. I say I think because it's been a few months since, but I remember tipping the scale at around 138. That was the heaviest I've ever been.
Not only the physical weight factor...but I have this HUGE bloating that makes me look at least 7-8 months pregnant. I don't say 9 yet because I think I can bloat bigger; let's hope not.
There's no pain, no abnormal bleeding, no vomiting, no mass, no nothing. I'm just fat. Or so I thought. People have been telling me the past year, I didn't want to believe it, but now even I'm noticing my face, arms and legs are significantly thinner than before my belly started growing.
This all started what I think was last November. I had cracked a tooth and needed an extraction. During that time, I drank about four cups of Smooth Move, a laxative tea, and pooped out everything, literally everything. Then on a completely empty stomach I took about 4 Advils for the pain in my mouth. Then I topped all of this off with my first meal since the tea with Chipotle. Just a harmless burrito veggie bowl but with a TON of that jalepeno tabasco sauce. Needless to say, EVERYTHING came out again.
Since then I feel my stomach has never been the same. I've been sensitive to anything Southwestern or chipotle flavored. Then the bloating.
I thought I could ignore it because just two months prior, in September, I worked a lot and drank only coffee for a week and I was very thin, so thin that the blazer I had bought a week before, that fit snugly was now hanging on my shoulders.
So a few months go by and I figure I must just be gaining weight. And that's how it's been since last year.
Now I've been dieting, cutting out gluten, anything processed and on a salad only diet. And the bloating is only getting bigger. Or what I think is bigger, because now I'm too afraid to weigh or measure myself. I've been gauging myself by how much of my finger can fit in my bellybutton because now it's disappearing.
I've been dealing with this by hiding under big clothes and holding my purse in front of my gut like a guitar.
This blog is now my outlet for a solution and to track my every gut move until I get my husband's medical insurance card in January.