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MidEngineManiac
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NOV 30, 05:11 PM
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BTW, T/A, you dont know my metabolism.
That IS just a "snack", so is 2 double burgers or 3-4 hot-dogs.
A "meal" is 2 full plates or bowls, sometimes 3 if I'm hungry. Plus bread/buns, coffee, and ice-cream or cookies.
I can also suck a pot of coffee from 7-10 or so, go to bed, and sleep like a corpse. Gettin "the job done properly" takes at least 24 regular beers, or 18 tall-boys. I've given up trying on that, my kidneys dont hold that much anymore.
221 and 6-2 at the docs last week.[This message has been edited by MidEngineManiac (edited 11-30-2022).]
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Valkrie9
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DEC 02, 02:42 PM
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Zeb
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DEC 02, 10:36 PM
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1 pack chicken flavored Ramen, cooked per directions, except minimal water.
1/2 onion, diced, or thereabouts. Microwave for 90 seconds
maybe 1/4 lb leftover Thanksgiving turkey, also kinda diced.
Add random spices from cupboard to taste.
That was my dinner. I enjoyed it.
Anything with Spam is an abomination to Man and God. Spousal unit is technically correct. (Which is the best kind of correct.) You neeed a psych eval.
I need a psych eval.
EVERYBODY NEEDS A PSYCH EVAL!
(At least everyone here.)
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82-T/A [At Work]
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DEC 04, 01:33 PM
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| quote | Originally posted by MidEngineManiac:
BTW, T/A, you dont know my metabolism.
That IS just a "snack", so is 2 double burgers or 3-4 hot-dogs.
A "meal" is 2 full plates or bowls, sometimes 3 if I'm hungry. Plus bread/buns, coffee, and ice-cream or cookies.
I can also suck a pot of coffee from 7-10 or so, go to bed, and sleep like a corpse. Gettin "the job done properly" takes at least 24 regular beers, or 18 tall-boys. I've given up trying on that, my kidneys dont hold that much anymore.
221 and 6-2 at the docs last week.
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That is EXACTLY what I am right now. 6'2" and ~220.
But I cannot have a snack like that. When I was in high school, as I was walking home, I would go to McDonalds. I would eat three double-quarter pounders with cheese from McDonalds, eat all the fries, and even one of the drinks. THEN I'd go home and eat whatever it was that my mom was making for dinner.
The thing is, I was running about 8 or 9 miles 6 days a week for track. I say 8-9 miles, but really... I only started counting the number of miles I was running, after walking 1.5 miles TO the place I was going to run, AFTER already doing various exercises that the coach made us do (suicide runs is what he called them), and that was after the fact that I lived 1 mile away from school anyway, so I walked a mile to school. THEN, after my run, I'd walk the 1.5 miles back from where we were running, back to our track at school, do some last minute drills, and THEN walk home the mile again. So that would come out to 13-14 miles basically every single day except Saturday, in which case I just ran on my own. The place where we generally started doing our run was this long stretch of railroad track in the DC metro area of northern Virginia that had been converted to a running track. It went through Reston, Vienna, McLean, and a bunch of other places. At the time, I was skin and bones... I mean, I was muscular too... but there was really no fat on my body.
But as soon as I graduated high school... I basically stopped exercising, and it caught up with me. I've never been fat, but now in my 40s, I definitely, definitely cannot eat like that now. It sucks getting old, it really does. I'm not really "old" in my mid 40s, but that's the age where I realize that I'm not a kid anymore... and I have to start taking my health seriously.
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