The new diet has proved to be, erm, challenging. Intestinally speaking. My rigid poop schedule is a mess. Things are no longer on schedule and there is nothing rigid about my output. Given my aversion to the workplace men's room, this has lead to some very dramatic afternoons following a hearty kale salad lunch. I haven't hit double digits in a single day yet but there have been enough trips to the loo the last two weeks to see me through every version of Angry Birds available. I'm starting to think that such diets are effective only because of the frequent wind sprints to the nearest bathroom.
So there's my poop story. I'll just sit here (in an undisclosed location) and watch my hit count explode.