I just discovered the secret to pooping: Eat. A lot. (Duh!) I have been dieting and maintaining my weight for the past month. Result? Mega constipation. Last night I ate a five pound slab of chicken fried chicken. Result? Five pounds of glorious poo this morning. Though I don’t recommend
Rock ‘n Plop
I finally pooped. I don’t know if it was the heavy book I brought with me to the toilet this morning, or the big greasy pizza I ate past my bedtime last night, but I felt a bowel movement and wasted no time in plopping my butt on the throne
M.I.A.
This week is turning out to look a lot like last week. I haven’t pooped since Sunday again. It’s Wednesday now. I’ve been steadily dosing myself with L-Carnitine, but I guess my body has gotten used to it and the magic poo touch of the pill has vanished. Hopefully it
