Every time I visit a chinese buffet, I end up feeling like shit and regretting the decision afterward. This time was no different. As part of my rigorous training regimen, I determined that a trip to the buffet lines was an inevitable activity, and one that would determine where I stood.
If our bathroom scale is accurate, I believe I consumed ~5 lbs of food and water in roughly half an hour. However, shortly thereafter I spent an hour wondering if I could halt, what in this industry they like to call, a "reversal" from taking place. It was close, but, in the end, I prevailed.
Bring it, Killer Whale Roll. I'm ready. Maybe.
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