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“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 fucked. Only my second week into it 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 fucked 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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"Most people, they live to eat. They enjoy food, the taste and all that
shit. They eat out whenever they want. Yeah, what I wouldn't give to
eat what I wanted right about now... I like eating food too. Who
doesn’t? But I gotta eat to live… I’m eating to achieve something. I
can’t fucking stand what I’m eating right now, but know what? There’s
something comforting about it--the regularity, the consistency. If
there’s one thing that’s fucking regular in my life, it’s eating. It’s
like clockwork. I follow a set time with each of my six meals. For
every meal, I know what I’m eating and how much. I’ve pretty much got
the calories, protein, fat, and carbs down to the gram. What’s shitty
is that variety is gone. I’m down to a couple of foods. That’s it. You
want to hear something fucked up? When I'm dieting, I crave foods I
normally don't like. That's some weird shit. Anway, when I go food
shopping every week, it’s a piece of cake. (Cake… Aw shit, there I go
again, daydreaming…) Four aisles, four items. One thing about
shopping--always go after a meal. Big fucking mistake is to go when
you’re hungry… So I go every week--same day, same time. Everyone knows
me, from the manager all the way down to the cashiers. They know me so
they don’t ask any questions. Yesterday, when I was there, a new
cashier rang me up, a pretty girl. Never seen her before. Anyway, as
I’m unloading seven dozen egg cartons, she looks up, smiles, and asks
me, 'Hey, you must like eggs, right?' Here it goes again. In my mind,
it all comes back up... I'm thinking about how much I fucking hate
eggs. Can’t fucking stand ‘em. How can she know that I boil a dozen
every morning, remove the yolks and toss the whites back? At night,
before I go to bed, the same thing? She can’t. She doesn’t know how
hard it is to choke ‘em down, how they stick to my throat. On a couple
occasions, I’ve even puked ‘em back up. When that happens, I gotta boil
‘em again, and start over. 'Yeah,' I tell her. 'I love 'em...' and
return the smile. Like I said, this is not living to eat… And it
fucking sucks."
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“Growing up, I don’t know how many times I heard this… ‘You are what
you eat.’ Fuck that shit. If that were true, I’d be a cow. Yeah, a big
fucking cow with an oatmeal tail, yams for horns, and eggs for hooves.
What a fucking sight that would be. Eating the same shit every day is
hard enough. Not a meal goes by where I don’t want to call it quits and
just hang it up. But I can’t. I won’t.
Still, there are other issues that come with dieting… Like the patience
you need to explain why you eat the same meals, the same foods for
weeks on end. See, when it comes to this sport, food is the bedrock,
the foundation. You can pay your dues and put the time in the weight
room, but if you don’t have your diet in order, you’re just spinning
your wheels. At this level, everything’s gotta be just right.
Another issue—dealing with not being able to go out on the weekends to
kick back and relax. Dieting can really make this sport a lonely one.
Here’s what I’m talking about… This girl I’ve been seeing, she’s been
on my case about taking her out to eat. Dinner and dancing. I haven’t
been with her long, but her birthday is coming up and she wants it to
be special. I told her I’m dieting, but she won’t back off--she's tough
and I like that. ‘Just sit there and watch me eat then,’ she says. Now
tell me, what the fuck is wrong with that? Am I supposed to just sit
there with a grin on my face and my thumb in my ass? Anyway, I try to
explain to her what dieting means, put it in terms she’d understand. I
ask her why she always goes out with her bag. ‘It’s got all my
valuables in there.’ Well, when I go out, I carry something too—a
cooler and what goes in it is valuable to me. That cooler is my
lifeline. When I’m out longer than two hours, I take a cooler with me.
OK. Now depending on what’s she’s wearing, she’ll take one bag or
another. Me? Depending on how long I’m out, I’ll take my small or large
cooler. So far, so good. Now I ask her about work. She’s got a job with
pretty regular hours. She looks at the clock to watch the day pass. Me,
I can pretty much tell what time of day it is by what meal I’m eating.
Now what about eating? She’s a skinny girl and a real looker, but she
tells me she’s gotta watch what she eats. I watch what I eat too. But
she’s not eating four foods and only four foods. So she’s starting to
get the picture… I tell her to imagine a slice of pizza. ‘What’s the
first thing that comes to mind?’ I ask her. She starts talking about
the taste. Yeah, that’s how most people are.
People go through life taking a lot of things for granted. How easily
they could eat whatever they want, when they wanted. They live life on
the surface—they don’t try to see below it. When others see a slice of
pizza or a burger, they’re thinking about how good it tastes. They’re
looking for satisfaction, gratification. For me, when I see food, I see
two things and two things only. I see bricks and I see shit. Each good
food I eat, well, it’s another brick in this motherfucking house I’m
building. I knew going in that it would take a lot of bricks and a lot
of time. But if I eat that burger or drink that beer, well then I’m
eating shit. It’s simple: You can’t build a house made of shit and
expect it to stand up to the rain. With that first drop of water,
you’re fucked. So for me, every time I see a piece of food, I’m asking
myself, am I building up or am I tearing down? Will my house withstand
any storm or will it easily crumble? Anyway, I think I’m beginning to
get to her. I think she’s beginning to understand. I think. Now about
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"When it comes to dieting, it’s all about living within boundaries you
set for yourself. Those boundaries are determined by your goals. My
goal is pretty lofty so my boundaries gotta be tight. Dieting is about
restraint, constraint. In other words, it’s about living without.
Without the ice cream, the pizza, the burgers, the fried chicken, the
cake. And that, my friends, fucking sucks. In the end though, giving up
these things, it’s not so bad. Yeah, there are moments when you just
want to give up, but you figure out a way to get by... The real torture
when you're dieting is losing the muscle. No matter what you do, no
matter how you do it, when you diet and do cardio, you’re gonna lose
some of that hard earned meat on your bones.
How do I diet without withering away? That’s what fucking gets me. See,
bodybuilding is full of ironies. When you diet, you get smaller, but
you actually look bigger. When you diet, you look your best but you
feel like fucking shit. This game is all mental. Make no mistake about
it. You gotta assert the mind, the will, over the body. Living without,
I can handle. But there are a couple things I have to live with.
Necessities, staples, whatever you wanna call them. First, a cooler for
my food when I’m out. Second, a microwave--I pretty much microwave
everything I can--my yams, my oatmeal. Fast and easy, because I don’t
want to spend more time on food prep than I have to. Third, a fridge,
for storing my steak, my veggies, my eggs, my diet soda. Fourth, my
supplements. Four things you’ll always find in abundance in my place.
Speaking of the fourth, if you know a competitive bodybuilder, then you
probably know the answer to this one. There are some who think it’s
just marketing created by supplement companies. I’ll say it here for
the record--I use supplements. Now I don’t use a whole lot compared to
some other guys, but there are key ones I never do without. This is
especially true when I’m dieting. This is how I do it... I start with
the basics, like Animal Pak and Animal Nitro (the Pak
covers all my nutritional bases and the Nitro's got key aminos my body
needs). Then I work a nutritional program around these two. Simple.
I've used a lot of different supplements over the years and you gotta
figure out what works best for you and stick with 'em. Trust me, I've
used things other than the Pak and the Nitro, and I learned this lesson the hard way. Funny thing about
supplements... A lot of people who aren't in this sport don't have a
clue about supplements. When they see me throwing the pills back, the
cans of Animal Pak and Animal Nitro on my
shelf, or the little plastic packs in my gym bag, they think they're some kind of drugs. That's some pretty funny
shit...
Bodybuilding is a tough racket. It takes some real balls to do this day
in and day out. I’m eating food that tastes like shit. And I’m eating
it four times a day every day. I’m chugging pills and mixing up
powders. And I haven’t even talked about the gym yet, the cardio. All
this dedication and sacrifice and for what? So I can get big? So I can
look my best one night out of the year, standing under those bright
lights? For that I gotta put up with a lot of shit. Looks. Stares.
Insolence. Constant questions. Who wants to be treated like a second
class citizen, like some social misfit or genetic abberation? In my
mind, I think of Frankenstein’s monster... I see people with that look
in their eyes—fear, loathing, disgust. Is it worth it? Fuck yeah, every
time. I wouldn't trade any of this for the world. I gotta do what I
know I was born to do. So if the villagers come calling with their
torches, so be it. Shit, I’ve got the matches. Let’s fucking start a
fire.”
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