Normally I have no problem eating my 4k calories every day, but a few days ago I had one of those days. You know, the ones where you are full after breakfast and don’t feel like eating any more.
Well come lunch time I was in for a battle of epic proportion. When I pulled my food out of the fridge and sat it in from of me I was already dreading it, but I already decided I would eat all my food. I opened the lid on my container and it was on.
First I finished my baggie of pecans which went ok, but then I got to the chicken. I grabbed on the the table and squeezed as I put the chicken in my mouth, bit off a piece, and forced myself to chew. After I was done chewing I took a deep breath and swallowed, every fiber in my body shaking in pain. This was the first bite of many.
This went on for several minutes till I was done, then came the vegetables. It sounds east but I usually eat a shit load with each meal. Again another battle ensued, but again I was victorious. Then came the rice…
I was already feeling ill and got slightly depressed, but I couldn’t stop cause I wanted it that bad. I then struggled to finish the rice. After scraping the last grain out I lay down my head so I could rest before lunch was over and worked for the next few hours with a belly ache.
So the next time I look over at a 145 pound guy complaining about his inability to put on weight, and all he is eating is half a sandwich and a small bag of chips, I know he didn’t want it as bad as I did.