Happy Thursday. In recognition of Throwback Thursday, here is a story from a couple decades ago. I ran cross country in high school. We had practice runs every morning before school, so we showered in the women’s locker room before classes started. One morning, I felt very gassy. As I
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Bad Food, Messy Poop
I’ve been trying to eat healthy these past couple of weeks. I’ve cut down on my sugar intake, and I begrudgingly say no to bread (which is near impossible when I want a burger). Weekends are my cheat meal days, and even though I’m technically allowing myself to eat whatever
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There are a few things about myself that I am extremely proud of: being able to eat the same amount of or more food than most men, deadlifting 200% of my body weight, knowing the lyrics to all 80s songs, and pooping incredibly fast. I feel like I am constipated
