I am in the best physical health of my life. I am 5-11 245 pounds and I feel like I can run in a marathon. I get regular exercise each and every day. I get up, walk to the drivers seat of my cargo van, flex my muscle as I insert the key into the ignition switch and turn the engine on. I then drive my cargo van 100 feet across the parking lot till I get right in front of the door that leads to the buffet. I then step down to the floor "this is a stair climber" I do this about 5 times a day, slam the door, walk into the restroom "this is cardio exercise "I do this a few times a day, go the the bathroom and then run towards the buffet. All the while women are grabbing their kids trying to protect them from being crushed as I frantically make my way towards the freshly fried half-burned J chicken! I can eat so much food that I single handedly ended the "all you can eat buffet to go" at the Flying J in Perrysburg Ohio.
Once I get to the buffet I weight lift a couple of 10 pound plates with brown gravy dripping down the sides, do a leg squat to get into the booth "provided my stomach clears" and then begin to do curl exercises where I bring the spoon from the bottom of the plate all the way up to my rather large mouth. I may repeat this exercise quite a few times while working out my buccinator muscles through the tedious process of masticating my food. Ohh it's a big workout for me! It is so physically demanding that I immediately tip the waitress, return to the restroom to flex my bladder, and then head right to the sleeper for a nice long afternoon nap.
Hell, you won't see me hiding in my truck when you are running around the parking lot exercising IRT! All you have to do is look into the restaurant window and watch me watching you while I scarf down ungodly amounts of food. Oh yeah; I always eat my moneys worth! When you get done running around in circles and dodging the falling light poles that are being clipped and knocked down by angry swift drivers who are trying to back up in the parking lot...you can simply come over to my table and i'll offer you a nice cold glass of soda or iced tea; it's your choice. My philosophy is to enjoy yourself while you can, because life is definitely too short to miss out on a good old daily stomach-stretching at the Flying J buffet. What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger and no Flying J buffet has put a hurtin on my stomach yet.
Once I get to the buffet I weight lift a couple of 10 pound plates with brown gravy dripping down the sides, do a leg squat to get into the booth "provided my stomach clears" and then begin to do curl exercises where I bring the spoon from the bottom of the plate all the way up to my rather large mouth. I may repeat this exercise quite a few times while working out my buccinator muscles through the tedious process of masticating my food. Ohh it's a big workout for me! It is so physically demanding that I immediately tip the waitress, return to the restroom to flex my bladder, and then head right to the sleeper for a nice long afternoon nap.
Hell, you won't see me hiding in my truck when you are running around the parking lot exercising IRT! All you have to do is look into the restaurant window and watch me watching you while I scarf down ungodly amounts of food. Oh yeah; I always eat my moneys worth! When you get done running around in circles and dodging the falling light poles that are being clipped and knocked down by angry swift drivers who are trying to back up in the parking lot...you can simply come over to my table and i'll offer you a nice cold glass of soda or iced tea; it's your choice. My philosophy is to enjoy yourself while you can, because life is definitely too short to miss out on a good old daily stomach-stretching at the Flying J buffet. What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger and no Flying J buffet has put a hurtin on my stomach yet.
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