When I was a kid, I loved junk food. I grew up on the best junk in the world.
When I moved to the US, I discovered a whole new world of wonderful junk: like Chips Ahoy!, these damn things, and good ol’ ice cream sandwiches.
That was my diet in a white chocolate-coated nutshell.
Eventually, I decided migraines were lame, and I didn’t want to end up tired and sick like my family members. Besides, being skinny sucked, so I set out to make some muscles.
I started eating better, but I continued to struggle with wanting all the sweet junk my body was used to.
Do The Opposite.
Most people think of eating healthy like it means eating LESS.
As someone who knew nothing about nutrition, I observed that people who eat lots of junk were unhealthy. I knew I wasn’t on a good path.
I also noticed that I never saw anyone eat “healthy” foods in high quantities.
So in my quest for building muscle, I had an idea:
What happens if I eat a ton, but instead of crappy food, I used "healthy" food?
I filled my cupboards with all the classic bodybuilding staples (oats, egg whites, brown rice, chicken breast…) and started eating.
Did I get fat? Did I get muscular?
Fill It Up, Please.
So I just moved to Texas from the City of Philadelphia. And I mean like, INSIDE the city proper. Skyscrapers, one-way streets, parallel parking, you know, a city.
Back in Philly, I was driving my car about a mile a week.
Lately? I've been driving 50 miles a DAY under the hot Texas sun.
Needless to say, my gas tank is emptying much faster.
I like to let it run down to completely empty (just like Kramer), before stopping to fill it all the way back up....