40’s and Flatulence

Say what you want, but there is wisdom and humor when it comes aging. Now don’t get me wrong, there is beauty in aging too and I’m both grateful and thankful for every year I get to experience, but let’s be real, aging also has its funny parts. I’m not ashamed to admit mine because sometimes you gotta laugh to keep from crying or getting frustrated. With that being said, I know I’m not the only one going through this and that right there is the absolute truth!

There was a time when I could eat whatever I want with little to no issues, but the minute I turned 40, all that went out the window. The days of being able to eat and drink whatever I want is long gone. Now that I’m in my 40’s, if I eat the wrong thing I may end up getting bubble guts, extremely loud and rude stomach rumbles or flatuence! Where I’m from we like to call it pooting; it means the same thing if you ask me.

Lately it seems like everything gives me gas or makes me poot and I’m trying to figure out how me turning 40 completetly changed my digestive system overnight. Every time I look around I’m pooting. I poot so much on some days that I run my ownself out the house! Have mercy!

Just the other day I made myself some tea with a little bit of honey and lemon before bed and as soon as I climbed into bed, I started pooting for no absolute reason. I’m healthy, I don’t take any medication and I have no serious medical issues, but since I turned 40, I can’t seem to stop pooting. I’d be worried if my pooting was accompanied by pain, but that’s not the case. My poots are loud, deadly, disrespectful and extremely annoying and for those reasons I try not to eat too much when I’m with family and friends. Why? Because I don’t want to disrepect or offend anybody since there are times when it’s hard for me to hold my poots in. My body has been so disprectful since it entered its 40’s and it does not care. My body does whatever it wants when it wants, but I hope to change all that soon.

So yeah, there you have it, my 40’s (so far) in a nutshell. Isn’t aging fun? I know I ain’t the only one. I can’t wait to see how my 50’s will be. Maybe by then I’ll have my poots under control. Fingers crossed!

💨-Anita