I think I will just quote from “Nation of Sin”, which I wrote a few years back.
[i]Toward the end of my first serious bulking cycle, my coach Steve found plenty of ways to outwit my treacherously high metabolism. He would take me to the pizza parlor ten minutes before it opened, with strict instructions to remain there, stuffing my piehole with their all-you-can-eat lunch special, until the restaurant closed, the staff tossed me out, or I died, whichever came first.
I was never asked to leave, but I nearly passed out from nausea once when I went head-to-head with a sumo wrestler. Every time the big fatso got up for another slice, so did I. My small brag is that I was still there when he got up to leave, but I was sick as a dog after that. Never let anyone tell you different: the forty-seventh slice of pizza tastes nowhere near as good as the first.[/i]
When I was in college, I used to train with a rugby player named Chris. Chris trained hard, had a beautiful Vietnamese girlfriend, and he always had a supply of good weed: three essential qualities in a friend.
Anyway, on one memorable occasion chris and I had a brutal workout, imbibed a bit of hemp, and went to the local Sizzler for their all-you-can-eat special. Inspired by the appetite-inducing qualities of the magical herb, we ate all we could eat. Then we ate some more. Then we had dessert.
By the time we left, we were waddling. We barely made it across Figueroa street without getting hit by oncoming traffic, which in our enhanced state appeared to be approaching far slower than it actually was. Our bellies felt like they were filled with cannonballs, that clanged together and jostled our internal organs with every step.
Chris happened to look up to see the Communications building, a veritable skyscraper rising above the USC campus. “Dude,” he said, “wouldn’t it be cool if that building just blew up, you know, like in Die Hard?”
I considered for a long moment. “Nah, man,” I said. “'Cause then the shock waves would hit us, and we’d fall down, and we’d puke.”
For some reason, this struck us both as just about the funniest thing anyone had ever said, and we spent the next ten minutes laughing our heads off.
So yes, I can eat a lot, when I feel like it.