I can't eat that, sorry

As expected Christmas was a stressful but wonderful time with little time to eat and lots of dumping and regret because I did not take my time or I ate things I shouldn't.  Today I had a cheeseburger from McDonald's which was okay, after a whole afternoon of regret after a halloumi-tomato-bagel. That's how the days are. But now I am back and I have recovered, at least a bit.  Happy New Year everybody! I'm excited to see what 2024 is giving us. 

During the last year I have certainly lost most of my dignity. After having given birth to two children and presenting my most private parts in their worst condition to complete strangers during that process, I really thought my dignity was already damaged enough. But having been forced to talk about my droppings not only with doctors, but with my partner, our children, random pub owners, my husband's ex wife and my boss, it might have reached a level that can not sink any lower. I don't know why it is so important to share every detail and why a short "I am indisposed" is not enough. So let's talk about it just once - and only once - here too. It is one of the most embarrassing and restrictive side effects of the surgery.  It is well known that diarrhea always happens when we eat something that our digestive system can't handle or just disagrees with. Bell pepper for example was always something I had to avoid. Or Eggs. Stomach bugs caused diarrhea for me som...