Guess what?

I had breakfast, it took me 5 minutes, because I urged to the toilet almost while finishing last slurp of milk.

Mill uh? This shit reminds me of it. Not the colour though….

Oh hi! Another piece of shit gets out of my arsehole!

What a tird!

Very early uh?

Yeah, the idea of having a beer and a huge Mexican Chili panini fried chicken beans spicy dinner wasn’t great on a Sunday evening…

Was it?

Fuuuck, my arsehole burns!

Hope I can go back to sleep afterwards

Huge turd day!

Let’s celebrate!!

Normal shit.

I mean. Can’t find any other adjective better than normal for this shit.

Constipated morning.

The day is compromised

Oops. My arsehole did it again!

Freaking loose shit!

I’m compromised.

It all started on Tuesday, when my girlfriend decided to prepare doughnuts. They were wonderfully prepared, but you know, that’s fried food… not the healthier prep for by bowels.

Anyways, I’ve been eating loads of them on Tuesday, and kept such rhythm yesterday too.

In addition to that burden, I went to a friend of mine for lunch, he prepared two hamburgers each, which is more or less four times the amount of calories I normally eat for lunch.

But – hold your horses – for dinner we went to our third wine lessons, where we had four wines and a few selected cured meats and cheeses.

The result was going to bed exhausted, with a giant bloated belly, and way tipsier than I had planned.

…and here I am, got up early, my bowels was my alarm clock, sitting on my toilet, spreading plague. Feeling wrecked.

The fastest shit in months.

It looks like my bowels is taking momentum. I’ve been feeling quite good lately, and I guess my guts feel it too.

Life improvements equals healthy shit.

Which is loose… of course

Pizza for dinner.

Wrathful Arsehole in the morning.

Ooohhhhh deear!

My week in shit begins pretty bustling.

I don’t know what triggered it, but I’ve just had breakfast, and I was washing the dishes while listening to my podcasts, when my bowels plunged. I felt like some huge stones were falling to the ground. I had to abandon anything I was doing to rush to the loo in the shortest amount of time.

Uoah. that was close!

Now my toilet is literally fills with shit.

Uh, that’s some busy begin of a Monday morning!

Late shit, yet satisfying.

Sunday is accomplished.

7/10

Every weekend is the same story… I’ve got to choose between sleeping as much as I feel OR to take a normal shit, respectful of my body routines.

Today I chose to oversleep. And i feel soo good about it!

I’ve had breakfast, took it very slowly, then I went to the loo, well aware of the constipated moment ahead…

But you know what?? I was no constipated at all!

WOAH! It’s wonderful! So good! NICE!

Oh yeah. A nice weekend begins

Sleep Health is strictly related to poop habits.

Tonight I slept kinda perfectly. Poop got out IMMEDIATELY!

It’s a shame, life doesn’t allow you to keep this healthy habit… real shame.

I don’t know if it’s just too early in the morning, but I’ve just noticed my poop has no smell whatsoever, this morning.

Kind of amazing!

But… wait a minute…. there’s something more!

Uh-ha! HERE’s some smell!

Not much tbh… what the fuck happened?