In for a penny..........

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When I was a teenager, I loved nothing more than a banana sandwich when I came in from school, but as I got older, I found they didn't agree with me too well and cut down - I didn't eat one for a long while. Before the fibro', I was working long hours and it eventually began to show, to the point where a customer came in and commented on how tired I looked and immediately retrieved a banana from her bag and said "eat this, it'll give you energy" and I did! I managed to eat them for some months, until again, I realised that they weren't settling on me. That was about fifteen years ago and I've avoided them since, only eating the odd one in the morning.
Why am I writing about bananas?  Because I read an article a week ago about the benefits of eating bananas and one of the benefits is that they are good for the digestive system and as I'm struggling to get a grip on my IBS, I thought "why not - in for a penny, in for a pound".   I've been a good girl and I've eaten a banana every day for the past week, but today I think I'm ready to admit defeat!  I haven't had a whole day this week when I haven't spent quite a huge part of my day looking at my bathroom wall - luckily, I do have a nice bathroom and my beautiful cat to keep me company. I also have a radio in there, so yes, I am lucky! But it would be nice to be able to have a few hours off and go shopping, or somewhere nice for the day without taking Imodium, especially as I can't eat for a few hours after taking it.
So, I'm scouring the internet again looking for more ideas. If any one has any, I'd love to hear them :-)
On the bright side, I am sitting in my garden typing this in the sunshine - life can't be so bad, can it? 🌹🌹

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