If you don't want to read about pooping and peeing, stop reading now.
Okay, you were warned. I eat a lot, so consequently, I poop a lot. I don't mean pooping a lot in one sitting (although that is sometimes the case), I mean frequently. Like three, four, sometimes five times a day. I call it the garbage-in-garbage-out system, because within half an hour of eating a meal, the last one is on its way out. It works well for me, generally speaking; I never feel like I'm in my second trimester with a poop baby, know what I mean?
Well, since this week has begun I've noticed a swift, sharp downturn in frequency AND volume. (What, doesn't everyone fish it out and weigh it?) I don't know that I'm eating less, although I suppose it's possible. But I don't feel hungry or anything, and pretty much anytime I actively campaign to eat less, I feel hungry. I can't imagine that increasing the ratio of veg and grains in my diet would make me poop less, though. I hope I haven't angered my digestive tract with this experiment. Lord knows an angry pooper can really jack up your day. Maybe it needs frequent charred-animal sacrifices to keep it happy, just like the entire pantheon of my old gods. I guess we will see.
And then there's the pee. Normally, I don't pay nearly as much attention or give as much thought to pee as I do to poop, but I have to say, when you pee and it smells like a donut, you notice. I have no idea what that is about.