I thought it was only appropriate to get an Olympics post in here somewhere that didn't involve those revolting pictures of Chinese delicacies that I've gotten via email numerous times, but the sheer gluttony that's partly responsible for Michael Phelps' success is kinda of hard to digest:
Phelps lends a new spin to the phrase "Breakfast of Champions" by starting off his day by eating three fried-egg sandwiches loaded with cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, fried onions and mayonnaise. He follows that up with two cups of coffee, a five-egg omelet, a bowl of grits, three slices of French toast topped with powdered sugar and three chocolate-chip pancakes.At lunch, Phelps gobbles up a pound of enriched pasta and two large ham and cheese sandwiches slathered with mayo on white bread - capping off the meal by chugging about 1,000 calories worth of energy drinks.
For dinner, Phelps really loads up on the carbs - what he needs to give him plenty of energy for his five-hours-a-day, six-days-a-week regimen - with a pound of pasta and an entire pizza.
He washes all that down with another 1,000 calories worth of energy drinks.
He's truly a phenomenon, but I can imagine the tabloid pictures of him as an overweight, middle-aged guy, once he quits swimming around the world every 24 hours...
