Step 1: Learn to love pooping.
Step 2: Embrace the responsibility of your poop restoring the precious soil fertility.
I used to struggle with constipation and shifted my diet and water intake many times to fix it. I’d get results for a moment but no ultimate change. I then realized that everyone I know who poops frequently and healthily seemed to love and enjoy pooping. This was mostly men and animals. I realized I did not love or even accept pooping as a concept - I saw it as a burden, one of the most unfortunate and dirty things about being human. It was clear my issue was not a physical or dietary one but purely emotional. I decided I had to love pooping. I began by seeing it as a beautiful cyclic ritual, a bodily rebirth of sorts. I would imagine that more was exiting me beyond the material itself, like old doubts or pains or fears, the innate release of it. I thanked my cells for their hard work in separating the fuel from the waste. What a magnificent machine. How silly was I to think I was above nature? Above the machine that holds my consciousness on earth? Anyways, I haven’t been constipated in months, even if I eat poorly or don’t drink enough water. As usual, Love wins.