As always happens, 2nd of January I end up drinking more than at new year’s eve, for one of my friend’s birthday. It’s a peculiar celebration, he creates some sort of olympic games with its 20/30 friends, and we play homemade sports, drinking and smoking and having a lot of fun.
Problem is, my routine fucks up, my bowels get to process just junk food and alcohol, and I end up constipated but in urge. Oximoronic, but true.
Luckily I have my squatty potty, where I stand, squatting on the toilet.
I’ve been using it for some years now, and I’ve learned that the best way my bowels receipt its perks is mimicking our ancestral way of pooping. Precisely.
That is to say, sitting idling on the toilet is not the best way.
Adding it squatty potty to lift our legs is a little better.
But Squatting arse-mid-air on squatty potty is top of the league. It looks a little sketchy, and it engages our body muscles a lot – which especially in the morning it’s harsh – but it works great!
And my day gets to get amazing!
the Shy Tird 