Anyone who has a digestive disorder likely spends an obscene amount of time fixating on food. You either spend your time trying to determine your triggers or finding a way to avoid these triggers. Sometimes you just want to throw caution to the wind and eat corn on the cob on a work night! I heard from one blogger recently who loves theatre popcorn, but pays for it each time she eats it. Like many of us, she still goes back for more, but laments her decision soon after the movie!
For me the issue is pizza. I cut out frozen pizza about three years ago and have never missed it. However, I have been reluctant to put take-out pizza on my do not eat list. Recently, I realized that I have no choice. After a horrible reaction that ended with magic bags, heating pads, digestive enzymes, ginger ale, Advil and the fetal position, I realized I never wanted to experience that again. For this reason, I was compelled to take drastic measures to keep my pizza longings at bay: