I saw this come up as a question on something I posted on the Vent/Whines thread...sorry I am just getting around to discussing it now, I was out of town this weekend
Do raw veggies make you bloated? If so, what kinds and what do you do to prevent this?
For me, raw carrots KILL my stomach if I eat too many. In fact, the only time I have ever stopped and quit mid-workout was on a day where I ate SO MANY carrots and felt like if you stuck a pin in my stomach, it would bust open. So uncomfortable!
I think raw peppers are also supposed to do a number on your GI track?
I do much better with cooked veggies. I don't digest raw spinach or lettuce at all. I still eat it because I like them and it doesn't hurt, I just don't digest them.
Post by naldridge on Sept 30, 2013 13:20:37 GMT -5
This is eye-opening! I pretty much subsisted on raw veggies for a while and was also insanely bloated - never put the two together.
I DO love raw peppers and have moved on to only eating cooked broccoli, cauliflower and carrots because I know they are rough. I also make green smoothies with frozen spinach and wonder if that may not be helping my cause.
'Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body. But rather, to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, screaming 'Woohoo! What a ride!' So every day is a holiday and every meal a feast."
Post by enfuego23 on Sept 30, 2013 21:33:25 GMT -5
Yep - raw veggies bloat me too - I love them too much to quit them:) Maybe I should stick to cooked veggies but raw veggies are so easy to put together w/ some hummus or cottage cheese.
The more I eat them regularly, the less it becomes an issue. I don't care for cooked bell peppers, but will eat them raw with sea salt. Cucumbers are delicious with a sprinkle of salt, or in a yogurt-vinegar dressing. Removing the peels of many gas-inducing veggies (like peppers and cukes) can decrease their bloatability, too.
'Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body. But rather, to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, screaming 'Woohoo! What a ride!' So every day is a holiday and every meal a feast."