Sunday June 10 was a stormy night in the city of London, Ontario. I was sitting on my couch by candle light (as the power had gone out due to a storm) mixing a little bit of water into my shaker in order to gulp down the last bit of flax seed left over from my pre bedtime casein shake. As this was going on I looked around the dimmly lit room and thought back to the previous days events in pure joy. First let me set the stage. For approximately 4-6 weeks, JMB, a certain significant girl who from now on will be called Ms.Xray, the Bodyguard, and myself indulged in some pretty heavy duty dieting. This consisted of a pretty good reduction in calories and certain macronutrients(almost no carbs, maybe 20-40g in my diet), a resistance training program which varied for all, and some aerobic training.
Well, in addition to the completion of collecting research for a partcular study (which will most likely be talked about later in another post) all decidedly finished their diets on Friday June 8. What followed was a day of glutteny.
Friday night was one filled full of excitement and anticipation for the three combatents involved in the next mornings activities. JMB confessed that he could only sleep three hours
(1-4am) before awaking like a kid on Christmas morning as he was so looking forward to the feast to come. Ms. Xray who achieved great results in her dieting weeks also reported anxiousness during sleep becasue of the mornings events. I too had an uneasy sleep, one filled full of thoughts ranging from waffles to icecream, and in some occasions, a combination of both.
7:40am Sat. morning hit and the three of us were off to the Golden Griddle for an all out attack on their breakfast buffet. Now before going to far I must point out the rarity of this occasion. All of us had been dieting for atleast 4-6 weeks with the only break coming in the form of sugarless gum, crystal light and sugar free jello. So the meals/feasts to follow were going to do somewhat little harm to our physiques in the long run. Another point to be made is that the Bodyguard was unable to make the festivities due too some prior engagements. His presence was missed by all. Ok, back to the buffet. I will now point out the different tactics used by the three combatents when attacking the buffet. The occasional era may be present due to my lack of concentratrion on literally anything other than my food and fork. Firstly, JMB and the Ms. Xray took some ‘damage control’ supplements before attacking the buffet. I may stand to be corrected by I think they were some T-2, MD-6, that sort of stuff. I decided to go old school and stay away from the damage control stuff. Just hit me with the food baby.
What was to follow was the food. All three of us hit the buffet counter at the same time. I hit the pancakes, french toast, sausage and bacon first. And the maple syrup, must not forget that syrup. JMB decided for the cereal, waffles, french toast, bacon, sausage, croissants and peanut butter. Ms. Xray went after the hash browns, french toast, waffles, bacon and muffins. We all sat down and enjoyed what had been weeks of sacrifice. However, our strategies differed from this point on. I continued to hit the pancakes, french toast, waffles and bacon at an alarming rate. Wanting to get as much food in as quickly as possible. JMB and the Ms. Xray went slower and enjoyed their food in a much more methotical manner, paceing themselves, not wanting to hit a wall as abruptly as I soon did. Water was the beverage of choice by all three and Ms.Xray also opted for some coffee with cream (a personal favourite of hers). Each additional plate for all differed slightly until most if not all items in the buffet were tested. One thing we learned was to keep a close eye on the kitchen door and buffet table to watch for fresh waffles, pancakes and french toast to be brought out. This doubles the enjoyability of the buffet experiance. The numbers of total plates consumed for all has slipped back into the bowels of my mind, however I think I managed somewhere around six, with an additional pudding cup and fruit cup at the end. No doubt JMB was right up their if not surpassing that mark, and MS.X-Tech was a little lower, but still did herself very proud. Certainly at one point in time we all felt a little quizy. I went as far as having to escape the table in search of the rest rooms where I took the projectile vomiting stance only to her the sound of a false alarm. The others were not feeling the effects of the feast quite as bad, but far from feeling fine. Finally we left the restaraunt with a feeling that was very new to us all, fullness! One more buffet meal followed that evening and it's details will be told at a later date. To all other T-men out there, please share your stories of cheat day feasts/binges etc.