It’s a surprisingly warm Saturday in March, which means it’s a good day for grilling. As you can imagine, I’ve been excited about this all week long. This has been the high point of my week, which might say a lot about the current state of my life…but that’s besides the point. My point is that I’m going to put several pounds of grilled meat into my mouth over the course of 30 hours. At some point this week, the part of me that enjoys no longer being fat asked the part of me that likes eating the following question: “How much weight will I gain from all this gluttonous activity?”
So I did the math (I did the monster math) and found out that I’d be consuming almost 8000 calories. Given that I burn about 4200 calories over two days just from not being dead, I end up with a ~3800 calorie surplus, which results in gaining 1 lb of fat. And this is just from grilled meat and the appropriate side dishes. Of course, ~3800 this is an upper-bound. I didn’t take into consideration things like how much fat will drip off of my burgers while on the grill. Regardless, it’s still a lot of calories. The part of me that would like to continue not being fat thinks I should think of ways to bring that number down (e.g., use leaner beef for my burgers); however, the point of BBQing is to eat tasty food until you’re so full, you regret every decision leading up to you being in that state.
Oh, and by the way, I’ve been stuck on week 3 on my journey to 100 pushups for the past 2 weeks. I guess I shall never be swole. And yet, I still refuse to give up. I guess that’s just my ninja way.