Plateauing

In my recent baseline preparation for the latest gorge fest, I've discovered something. My June-centered goal to quickly accumulate poundage has run into a roadblack. I've actually plateaued.

Here's something else that's funny. After stuffing myself - most recently with a mushroom, ground beef and three-layer-cheese pan pizza whose volume seriously belied its area - I've begun to feel a kind of lassitudinous, not unpleasant buzz. Recently, I've also been sweating and, at times, panting like the stereotypical fat man.

Best guess: stuffing the face and filling the stomach right to maximum-F induces a rise in metabolism rate, which some may find pleasurable indeed, like feeling exercised without having to move a muscle (except for gastro-intestinal ones.)

This is new to me, but I suspect it's old and familiar to a hard-core fatboy. In the early stages, you can even kid yourself into thinking that the "gastro workout" fully compensates for the extra calories - and, when the plateau is over, you can fool yourself by remembering the early stages plus any intermediate weight-plateaus.


Weight before gobbling down a true my-cheese-runneth-over pan pizza: 233 pounds. I checked it three times.