Butterflies mimicking the sound of the city

'); } A big, unfamiliar city with only one happy thought: a perspective I cannot push out of my mind when turning the engine of my car, embarking on a trip. The city itself isn't a problem, once I get there and make an anchor somewhere. The thought of myself coming to my destination, some 45 minutes that need to pass from the moment I enter the city to the moment my stuff is laid in some room  I'll be staying - a totally different story.

Breathing deeply and convincing myself that everything will be OK is something that helps. I only wonder if it's always going to be that way (which it probably won't).

One great weekend is behind me now. Really beautiful weekend. The only dark spot is my stomach, coloring every first step I'm taking.

Need to stop with beer & coffee. Need to start with tea and healthy eating. Even in this condition I'm positive that this is a key step I should take if planing to stop worrying about IBS. Leaving old habits is a problem, though.

Simon says: here I am.

'); } Today, my dearest stomach is called Simon. I'm very please to introduce him to my visitors. As usual, this one is about him.

I remember talking to a diagnostician about my problems, describing in detail things that most people wouldn't like reading (and thus not mentioned here, because I'm that kind of a nice person), to almost laugh when I saw his face after notifying him that I gained some 20 pounds during last few years (during which my problem worsened). That was fun, kinda. It wasn't so fun when he told me that I'm having something that's not curable, but also not lethal (just a bit boring, from his perspective at least).

I'm going on a trip tomorrow, looking to see someone very dear to me. My Simon is also happy about the trip and about seeing this person. He's showing his happiness by reminding me how cheerful guy he is. To steer things up a little bit, I had burek for breakfast today, then coffee, then some sprite and another meal around 11am. This other mail was also a definitive brute break of the rules I mentioned in my last post. Obviously, it resulted in an interesting day for me. Just to be on the safe side, I also had a beer later on.
I'm ending the day trying to fix everything by eating plain rice and taking 2 pills with that benign bacteria that is so beneficial for digestion.

Like I was saying: hello people, this is Simon, my dear friend. And yes, I'm an idiot.

Stay good. Check links I posted, the first one is rather informative, explaining one local dish (I live in Balkans, south-east Europe), and another one is my yesterday's post in which I'm explaining why exactly I'm an idiot.

Stay good, in all the ways I'm not.