This has been going on for 10 years. I have dealt with it, and just thought it was the way my body was.
After talking to a friend about it, she recommended that I try eliminating some foods. I decided to start with wheat. For an entire week, my stomach felt great! No growing. No pain! No "pregnancy" belly to tease my husband with. I didn't know I could feel so good.
Yesterday I went to the doctor. She ran some blood tests and told me not to eat wheat any more.
I love bread, cookies, mufins, and did I mention bread?
So last night was my last night of freedom. I went out with a bang. If I was going to give up wheat, I needed one last night indulging. And that is just what I did.
I went to an antique pre show and vacuumed up all the hors dourves in sight. Oh, it was heavenly...the antiques and hors dourves.
At dinner I enjoyed one last dance with a muffin and quiche. I ignored the fruit when it tried to cut in. I went home with my big tummy, waddled around my house as I prepared for the next day, then tucked my round belly to bed for the last time.
It is gone today...and I am back on track.
But I miss my bread. I guess I need to become better friends with rice and corn.