Note to self:
My body no longer likes dried apricots.
I mean it REALLY does not like dried apricots.
Unfortunately, I love dried apricots; but I don’t eat them very often.
And I have never had a problem with them before.
Last night, I ate a bunch of dried apricots.
This morning my body responded with:
WTF, WTF, WTF!!!
From the double you over cramps.
To rushing to the bathroom (multiple times) and feeling like someone had connected a fire hose to my fat old lady ass (pointing outward – thank goodness).
But WTF body, was this really necessary?
Couldn’t you have made me a little extra gassy?
Did you have to unleash the apocalypse in my bowels?
It reminds me of when my body told me my eating corn on the cob days were behind me.
Things seem to have (finally) quieted down.
And, lesson learned, body – no more dried apricots.
Message received loud and clear – no more dried apricots.