“I’m not gonna… puke. I’m not… gonna puke. I’m… not gonna puke… Not this time. I chew on these words, force them through my head. In the kitchen, eating another meal alone, it’s just those words and another plate of chicken & rice. This jug of water–without that I’d be ****ed. Been into it for nine months, and I’m sick of it already.”
“Bite, chew, water, chew, water, chew, wash everything down. Repeat. This is my system. Listen, the toughest part isn’t the lifting. It’s not the cardio or getting up in the dark on a cold morning. It’s the diet. The monotony of eating. My training won’t change much. But eating? It will define me…”
“Some days, I’m actually hungry… These are the good days. The food is still dry and tastes like shit, but at least I can get everything down and keep it there. Other days, I just sit and stare. I break out in a cold sweat. I have to will myself to start. Yeah, eating like this is a real pain in the ass.”
“People in the other world, they don’t understand. They can’t. They eat instinctively. For me, eating is another part of my life that must be controlled. I’ve had to learn how to eat, overcome my appetite. It sounds f***ed up, but that’s what I gotta do to prepare for this. It sucks and I’ve still got miles to go.”
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