With three quarters of the day already gone, it was time for some hard gains to be made. This is where I will elect to use Bro Science to justify the forthcoming gorgery. Since I squatted for the first time since May 2015 yesterday, my legs are obviously sore and still extremely fatigued. I figure that if my legs are still sore, they must still be recovering. And what do recovering muscles need? CARBS!!! Thus, I had the rare opportunity to join a couple of my friends for dinner at a campus residential dining center a.k.a. a cafeteria. I was granted and honored with one of their few and finite guest passes, so I took full advantage of this all-I-can eat buffet of expensive and questionable college food.
I started out at the deli. I got chicken and turkey with pepper jack cheese and red onions on wheat. Wheat bread is obviously healthy, and will go straight to my legs and make them HUGE. Next, as I was perusing the cafeteria's wares, I came across country fried steak and grilled chicken breasts. I got a steak and a chicken breast. I moved on, and quickly stumbled upon an Italian sausage calzone thingy. I stopped by the salad bar and poured a bowl of ranch for the steaks and the chicken, and I was off to the table. My friends also reveled in the delights of their own subs, even though they included vile and gains-killing ingredients such as tomatoes and pickles.
After having smashed this food in a little under 10 minutes or so, and feeling quite hungry and unsatisfied yet, I went back for more. Yes, I know that's the most predicable thing ever, but I couldn't argue with my legs. They want what they want and they'll make sure they get it. I have no power to stop them. I went back for two more steaks and some more ranch, but unfortunately they were out of ranch. I settled for honey mustard, which was slightly disappointing, but still decent. What happened next will live in infamy for eternity (probably more like 10 minutes or so, but still). Some other kid at a nearby table sat down with this relatively giant slice of chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. Being a dining hall expert, I knew that the chocolate frosting alone would be worth it. So, without the slightest bit of hesitation, I located the cake, picked out the biggest remaining slice, and hurried back to the table. I can happily report that it was indeed the magical frosting I was expecting, and the cake wasn't bad either.
All in all, it was all worth it. I didn't lift a single thing today (except the fork to my mouth), so I may or may not have gained a couple body fat percents at this meal, but one thing is for certain...I made substantial progress in my quest to get hyoooooooge!
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