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The Party Sub Challenge - Jason

Thoughts On Eating a Party Sub

Yes, Jason has camel toe.When Jay and I first discussed this little event I was gung-ho. Probably because I was unemployed and couldn't afford to eat. Free food for a week sounded pretty appetizing. Now that I see the 4.5 feet of sandwich cut up and stored in my refrigerator I am having second thoughts about this. Mainly because I let Jay put onions and mustard on the sandwich and those are two of the grossest things on the planet. My prediction is that I will enjoy it for about a day, get kind of tired of it, vomit, have to force feed myself the second half, have my stomach pumped, and never eat a sub sandwich again. So... we'll see.


Monday - 6pm

Jay and I just picked up the subs. It looked a little intimidating when we had all nine feet stacked up. Regardless I am still excited and am going to eat as much as possible tonight. The fewer days that I have to carry this sub to work the better.


Monday - 10pm

Four hours of marathon sub eating and I haven't even made a dent in this sandwich. Katie warned me that I should start off at a slow pace and pick it up towards the end. I didn't follow her advice. I started out sprinting and am out of breath, not even a foot into this sandwich. I already want to throw up. God help me.


Tuesday - 10pm

Oddly enough I woke up craving the sub. My entire apartment smells like mustard and oregano. I had a few bites for breakfast, another six inches or so for lunch, and I've eaten sub three times since I got home from work. I am glad to say it is going well and is not nearly as hard as I had expected. Tonight I shall pray that sub goodness will fill my dreams.


Wednesday - 12pm

Okay, this whole sub for breakfast thing isn't really cutting it. I had maybe two bites and had to break down and eat a breakfast bar. It felt nice to eat something besides sandwich or potato chips. It also kind of sucks since I am out working on construction sites and don't have a refrigerator or a cooler. By the time the lunch bell rings the sandwich is just a moist ball of salad wrapped in aluminum foil.

When I planned this, I expected to be almost done with the sub by Wednesday night. I just finished the first half at lunch. I have a long way to go.


Wednesday - 7pm

Dear God in heaven. I am ready for this to be over. I'm ready for a pizza or sushi or something that doesn't have bread, lettuce, or condiments on it. I would even eat a can of beets if Jay would let me take a shotgun to at least six inches of this sandwich.


Thursday - 10pm

I have gained four pounds since this whole fiasco started. The sub sandwich diet is a damn lie.

I thought today would be my last, but I couldn't get it done. I'm staring at the last, maybe, 8% of this sandwich and I can't do it. I'll have to save it for tomorrow. I wish I were dead.


Friday - 12pm

Once again I woke up craving subs. It's the damndest thing. I had a few bites for breakfast and just now finished the sandwich. I feel like I've accomplished something. I feel like my life has changed. I feel like I've made a difference in this world. I feel sick.


Epilogue (one week later)

It's been a week and I really haven't thought about it too much. I'm trying not to. I have had no desire to eat a submarine sandwich all week, which is unusual for me. I have a feeling I won't have the craving again for a while. I've had my fill.

I tried to add a second experiment to this. Would eating "clean food" for a week make me taste better (you know what I mean)? I proposed that Katie sample the goods on the Monday that we started and then again on Friday. She just gave me the whole "Do you really think these things in your head" speech. Yes, yes I do. And thanks for ruining my Plug article's surprise ending.

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