It never rains but pours

Just as I thought I could lead at least a more a normal life again with the medication, waking up early, doing stretching exercise and even a brief jog around the neighbourhood, just when I am eating quite ok, I had a gastric attack. A long time since I last had one.

What exactly did I not do or have I done wrong? I exercised, I eat regular meals, I avoid spicy and oily food, I started to take Yakult...

Upon recollection, then I realised what I had done. I had missed tea-break cos the bread I bought was kinda spoilt. So I ate CNY goodies instead to fill the hunger pangs. At home, it was dinner as usual and I took just a teeny weeny bit of archar that my neighbour had made for us. The next morning, I woke up early, did my warm up exercise, then a short jog and it was then that the gastric attack began after the jog. So I took a few mouthfuls of bread before going to the polyclinic for the medication.

Ended up queuing for 2.5hrs to see the doctor to confirm that I can still take the TB medication. According to her, the medication is not supposed to cause gastric pain. To play safe, I took the medication after my porridge lunch. It came again...and I had no choice but to take the syrup that the doctor gave to ease the gastric discomfort.

I should not have exercised without breakfast thou that was my usual routine. I should have taken a proper tea-break instead of the CNY goodies which probably have caused the discomfort. I shouldn't have taken the archar...gosh...why am I so weak?

One of my colleagues said I had too many inhibitions and am like a protected flower that can't weather harsh conditions. Indeed. If I could turn back the clock, I would never never take cold drinks every morning. I would never ever finish a can of coke when I was young. I would not take ice-cream or cold drinks during recess. With my current weak constitution, I have no choice but to be extra careful.

So if you have young children, as far as possible, keep them away from cold drinks until they are much older.

Sometimes I do wish that I would never wake up from my sleep. Of course life isn't that bad if compared to those who are struggling, but it's still a long, weary and in fact, torturous process for me. Imagine having to struggle to eat despite feeling nauseous. I envy those who can eat despite feeling unwell, those who binge whenever they are stress. To put on 1kg for me is like asking someone to reduce 10kg; and to lost 1 kg all it takes is eating a few mouthfuls of breakfast and lunch.

I'm tired. I tried so hard to put on weight but somehow some thing will happen and I'd be back to square 1. If I'm really fated to be of this weight so be it. But don't make it so torturous for me to lose appetite and make each day a drag to go on.

Anyone can share any miracle recipe to cure the gastritis and improve my appetite? Or at least get my appetite back?