My mini vacation totally screwed up my regularity for the month of July. I was doing so well up until the day I left for my trip. I got food poisoning that night which had me pooping black bean soup for the next few hours. It completely emptied my colon so I didn’t expect to poop the next day, but I ate a ton of food the remaining days of my trip so something solid should have fallen out of my fartbox by the end of the weekend. Nothing. I didn’t even have the urge to poop when I got home. Usually when I have travel constipation, my anus knows when it’s home because as soon as I walk through the front door, I have a bowel movement. This time: nothing. I eventually pooped a day later, but it was unsatisfactory and in the form of the dreaded goat poopie. This has continued for the past week. Today before I went to yoga, I pushed out a few small pellets. Very sad, very depressing. It’s a crappy feeling (pun intended) when you’re bloated and full of shit and all you can push out is a tiny chocolate nugget. Sigh.