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Post by mekon on Apr 13, 2021 14:17:37 GMT
I seem to be capable of purging myself of way more than went in?
I must be sleep eating.
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Post by Eddie The Bastard on Apr 13, 2021 16:55:55 GMT
I'm a black hole bowel type. When I exercise a lot and go as vegan as possible, I lose track of when I last plopped.
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Post by spentcase on Apr 13, 2021 17:01:33 GMT
My dunging is pretty standard, but fuck me ragged, my dog shits roughly its food intake to the power of 4.
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Post by beefus on Apr 14, 2021 7:32:43 GMT
Sometimes I'm amazed at the length of my "output"....when its round the u-bend but still comes up for air above sea level you know you've had a proper dump.
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Post by armstrongracer on Apr 14, 2021 7:49:24 GMT
Got diagnosed as being pre-diabetic (sugar has always been my drug of choice). Switched to a low GI diet, so lots of pulses, kale, wholemeal, porridge. Fuck me, I'm shitting my own bodyweight every 2 days since. Not just the volume but the size. Need to bring a baseball bat to the dunny in order to batter the f**ers back down.
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Post by pantah on Apr 14, 2021 8:14:06 GMT
Interesting thread. Probably a man thing but when I log off a stoater there’s a certain pride in what I’ve achieved. Especially if the bow is clean out of the water, Titanic style. Makes me want to take a photo and post it. There you go cunts, that trumps your fry up at Spoons.
An outside dump is the best though as it gets to reveal it’s full coiled glory.
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Post by spentcase on Apr 14, 2021 8:14:07 GMT
When on holiday and at Christmas, I am weapons free on food and, like Armstrong, I am a sweet demon. But for the rest of the year I intermittent fast (16:8) watch my diet and train fasted for insulin sensitivity and HGH levels. When it does come to eating again like Armstrong, I have the Kale, oat bran, veg etc in the working week, it doesn't make me dung anymore but I find it just keeps me regular and sometimes I'd have green scheisse.
What I did find with training fasted is that I feel much better than when I would train fueled. I think it's because when training fueled I would burn up every gram of glycogen and be in the transitional period before my body had switched to fat burning, whereas when training fasted I was already in fat burning mode.
This was mostly compound lifting and functional strength training like deadlifting, farmers walks, pull ups, bench, sled work etc. Having said that I didn't do fight training fasted, it was too late in the day and I would get battered even more than normal.
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Post by spentcase on Apr 14, 2021 8:18:30 GMT
Interesting thread. Probably a man thing but when I log off a stoater there’s a certain pride in what I’ve achieved. Especially if the bow is clean out of the water, Titanic style. I am no stranger to long dungs, it's the girthed up ones (not my own I might add) that I can't fathom. I've seen a few that were too wide to fit down the U-bend and had to be disposed of with a folder wire coat hanger (the log chopper's weapon of choice). |
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Post by mekon on Apr 14, 2021 9:28:21 GMT
When my bowels are playing ball it can be one decent cathartic shit and then done for the day.
Some days though you'll have one of those that makes you feel like your soul has just left your body and you're not sure if you've transitioned to another realm.
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Post by spentcase on Apr 14, 2021 9:32:44 GMT
When my bowels are playing ball it can be one decent cathartic shit and then done for the day. Some days though you'll have one of those that makes you feel like your soul has just left your body and you're not sure if you've transitioned to another realm. That's normally the next day after a roast for me. |
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Post by elnoodle the reasonable on Apr 14, 2021 9:49:21 GMT
That's normally the next day after a roast for me. Hey, what goes on in barracks stays in barracks am I right? |
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Post by no66 on Apr 14, 2021 10:12:02 GMT
this is a shitty thread
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Post by pantah on Apr 14, 2021 10:44:27 GMT
When I had my 1st solo abode the weekend was all about the Guinness and mates would crash at mine after a night on the black stuff. After an incident with the toilet pan and a sledgehammer said pan was out of bounds for a spell. Morning ablutions were done in bin liners with a weigh in to decide whose shite was the heaviest.
Happy days 😁
PS Posted this whilst having a dump. Ironic.
PPS. Bowel screening kit arrived yesterday. Double irony.
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Post by elnoodle the reasonable on Apr 14, 2021 10:52:35 GMT
When I had my 1st solo abode the weekend was all about the Guinness and mates would crash at mine after a night on the black stuff. After an incident with the toilet pan and a sledgehammer said pan was out of bounds for a spell. Morning ablutions were done in bin liners with a weigh in to decide whose shite was the heaviest. Happy days 😁 When I worked in Dublin the office bogs were always blocked. It was a new building and the cunts would regularly blame poor plumbing design but they could never look you in the eye when they were spinning this line. Always looking awkwardly at their feet. I didn't object to the Guinness shites per se, it was the constant fucking dishonesty that sent me over the edge and resulted in the final written warning. |
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Post by elnoodle the reasonable on Apr 14, 2021 10:54:54 GMT
Bowel screening kit arrived yesterday. While this is great news, I've never needed an excuse to shite into an envelope and post it to Dundee. |
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