When that fiery fist punches your chest, your first instinct is to collapse on the sofa and groan. Don’t. Lying flat is like handing the acid in your stomach a VIP pass straight into your esophagus. Gravity is your friend here—you want that acid staying low, like a grumpy troll under a bridge.
Sit up. Better yet, stand up and pace around like you’re trying to win a slow-motion race. I’m serious. Walking helps encourage peristalsis, which is a fancy word for “your intestines doing the wave.” A gentle stroll for five minutes can coax that gas bubble to move south. It feels ridiculous, but so does wearing a belt that’s two sizes too small.
