In the IBS community booze is well-known as a bowel stimulant. So can someone please explain why I thought it was ok to drink a bottle of prosecco and do shots while on the Low-FODMAP diet?
I have a major love affair with Etsy. I like supporting small businesses and people’s passions, which is why it’s the first place I always look for wedding inspo. Hence me dragging my mum into town Saturday for a little nose at the Etsy wedding pop up at West Elm.
Realisation has kicked in that in 7 months time, I’ll be a Coates. Mrs Coates to you.
I should start this post by stating that I am the luckiest girl in the world that I have a financé who’s more than happy to cook for me. Constantly. And all despite my ever-changing dietary requirements.
I’m starting a new series where I write #ALoveLetterTo whatever is filling my phone, heart or mind at that current moment. Today’s has a touch of sparkle about it but then that shouldn’t come as a surprise.
Somedays I like to wear my fringed mules with glitter socks and skinny jeans. What can I say…
There was always going to come a time where I forgot I was meant to be strictly following the Low-FODMAP diet. A time that would see me reach for a packet of Sensations Lime/Coriander Chutney Poppadoms that Al had snuck into the cupboard, and wolf down half of the contents, minus reading the label for ingredients.
M&S make good coats. This was complete news to me until I laid my eyes on this beauty way back in November when I was Christmas shopping. It was the patchwork-style colour blocking that hooked me and the giant silver poppers that reeled me in.
Anxiety is a little fucker. Sorry for the swearing but for me, there’s just no other way to describe it.
Back in October I wrote a favourite blog post of mine, 10 Things About IBS That I’m Not Afraid to Share. I was overwhelmed by all the comments and Tweets that I received, so much so, I decided I’d recreate this post in video form just for the shits and giggles, and obviously the horrendous facial expressions. Enjoy!