If you’re here reading this, then you probably want to know which is the best diet for IBS diarrhea. Am I right?
I want to share my experience thus far, and my results, in the hope that you can get the same results I’m getting, and that many others have experienced eating a carnivore diet.
Living With IBS Diarrhea
I’ve lived for literally decades with chronic IBS diarrhea, but now, at the time of writing, I only experience it now and then (not perfect, but massively improved).
Looking back, I always had gut issues. Right from when I was a kid. And right now, I’m just a few months off my sixtieth birthday. So that’s a loooong time!
In my late teens and early twenties, I had problems with diarrhea off and on. It was always made worse by stress, anxiety or nerves. But it wasn’t a big deal back then. I do remember, however, that in my late teens, when I was going out to the pub with friends, I’d not eat all day so that I wouldn’t have to worry about having to run to the toilet. Because even back then, diarrhea and anxiety were a thing for me, and being anxious or nervous would set it off.
But by my late twenties, the diarrhea was beginning to become much more of a problem. My overall health had taken a turn for the worse. I had gained a lot of weight, and I was depressed and homesick after our move to Australia when I was twenty-five. I had terrible digestive issues, bad hormonal problems and a whole lot more unpleasantness going on with my health.
But that’s all a long story that I’ll leave for another day. Suffice it to say that I was struggling with a lot of things, and diarrhea was just one of those things.
At the time, we were living in a small town in Queensland, Australia. I remember that often, when we went to visit friends, I’d be anxious because we were going visiting and because I was worried about having to go to the toilet ten times while I was there…
I’d often have to get hubby to stop the car on the way, and I’d scoot into the bush for a number two. I always had a roll of toilet paper in the car.
There were no public toilets on those dirt roads!
What was worse, though, was that once we were there, I’d often end up having to go to the toilet multiple times anyway. Sometimes again and again, just minutes apart.
THAT made the anxiety worse, which of course made the diarrhea worse…
