what stress does to me

caution: this one is about bodily functions. namely poop.

I don't understand it. I don't need help in the poop department unless I'm pregnant. Which I'm not. Or I've just given birth and am afraid to push to hard, lest my very efficient abdominal muscles try to give birth to something else again, when there's nothing in there to birth.

So, laxatives or stool softeners are not kept in our house. Anti-diarrheals? Check and double-check.

Keep in mind 3 words: irritable bowel syndrome.

2 more words: spastic colon.

So, when I get stressed, worried, scared or anything like that, I poop. Sometimes in a hurry. It's quite an efficient, although unpleasant, means of removing excess calories.

Now, be sure and understand that I am not bulimic. No way. No how. No thank you.

I like to eat. I like to actually USE my calories and fat grams. I also like to store them. The latter of these can be attested to by my fluffy thighs and butt and tummy flab.

Let's just say that I often need to hoof it to the bathroom when I experience stress.