This was my savage binge. I was dieting for my first show. 12 weeks of dieting with no cheats. 6 weeks left to go. Coach said that on Saturday night, I could eat whatever I wanted for 2 hours. Then, back on the plan.
I came home from working the bar that night, and here's what I ate:
12 whole eggs, scrambled, with a whole onion, a whole pepper, and 1lb of bacon. I subsequently spread that out on 12 pieces of toast with mayonnaise and sliced tomatoes, and ate it all.
Then, I grilled up 8 pork loin chops, and ate those with some bbq and hot sauce.
Then I ate a whole roasted chicken, skin and all.
Didn't drink a single thing - I didn't want liquids taking up room in my belly and preventing me from eating (some of you guys who do shows know what I'm talking about).
Then I freaked out as veins popped all over the place in areas I didn't even know I had veins. I freaked as I filled out, took a bunch of pictures, and then within 2 hours, it as all over. Spilled over like crazy, everything washed out, I could only see my top row of abs, and then spent the next 4 hours doubled over in pain in my bed in my dorm room, making the occasional dash to the communal washroom in residence clad only in my underwear, voiding my bowels in the most disgustingly loud and malodorous fashion much to the horror of the girls on my floor.
For the last few weeks, in my pretty lean state that junior year, I was starting to get lots of attention from girls. Then that night happened, and not a single girl on the floor would come near me. Part pity, part disgust, part shock, part horror.
Sometimes a cheat meal costs you more than you think.
Still, it was all for the thonged glory and attention of the schmoes at my entry level contest 6 weeks later, where I would place 5th in the heavyweight class and earn a small plastic trophy and a jug of egg protein. So it was worth it.
