At one time in my life I thought my lap would be a cuddly perch for my grandkids, but nowadays it’s more like a park bench where my belly hangs out.
I was told to exercise on a treadmill to the point of collapse, cut out sweets which now has me hiding KitKats in my sewing box, drink lots of water till my teeth float and avoid breads and red meats to near starvation. Aaargh, still my belly is a tight as a drum, darn uncomfortable, has made 80% of my wardrobe totally defunct and makes bending down more than 90 degrees to the perpendicular nigh impossible. Consequently, my legs are hairy enough to make a woolly mammoth proud and my toenails are things that claw holes through my slippers.
Besides being a CO2 retainer, the pulmonologist said I was a “swollower” and suggested I take peppermint oil capsules to release pent up gas. Well, all that achieved was turning my bedroom into a veritable gas chamber and driving my husband into the spare room. I need help before he finds refuge in the garden shed.
Has anyone out there got any other explanation / suggestion / idea / solution to offer?