Week 22 Food Challenge - The "What Was I Thinking" KFC Bucket O' Chicken Rematch
I can honestly say that I’m happy about this week’s Food Challenge development. In short, it’s nothing unique or new. For months, I talked about revisiting some of my earlier Food Challenges to see if my stamina, stomach, and fortitude had increased. Well, it’s pretty obvious my stomach has increased. I was mostly talking about the other two. This also means that I am nearing the Fit 2 Fat stage. My friends, family, wife, kids, and a variety of strangers are probably cheering. I think I’m more relieved than anything else. But on with the Food Challenge, and revisiting an old “friend”. For those who don't know, I took on a Food Challenge in Week 5 to see if I could eat an entire bucket of KFC chicken. This will shock you – I didn’t win. I failed miserably, and chalked up my failure to the cartoon of the Colonel on the wall, mocking me. And you know what they say…if at first you don’t succeed…
To fully recap why the first try didn’t work, let’s go way back:
I was 40 lbs. lighter. That means there were less places for the chicken to actually go.
The Colonel sent a stranger to my table, asking me all kinds of distracting questions (you know – like “whatcha eatin’?” “Why ya eatin’ it?” and “Why have you given me a strange southern/redneck accent when reliving your food challenge failure?”
If that wasn’t enough, the chicken must have gone from the fryer straight into the bucket. It was molten chicken.
Don’t even get me started on the Colonel. He was just out to get me.
Take away those factors, I wouldn’t even be revisiting this challenge. It would have won going away. Yep, that’s the story I’m sticking to. Prove me wrong.
Being a very smart person (disregard the strange look my wife gave me after making that statement), I learned from my past challenge. This time, I took the fight to my house. No molten chicken. No strangers with strange accents. No Colonel on the wall, mocking me. And the end result? Sweet victory. I mean, I’m not going to come out and use the word “genius”, but I could. Okay, now REALLY disregard the blatent eye rolling coming from my wife. Nothing to see here.
However, the scariest thing about revisiting the food challenge wasn’t a discovery regarding my smarts. It was that I finished all 12 pieces and did not have the urge to throw up. I was even able to eat some food later that night. I think it’s clear that my body has learned a lot in the past 5 months too. Yeah, the Colonel has nothing on me. I’m 1-0 on these revisited challenges.
Bring on the Fuddruckers challenge – where maybe I’ll just set the goal of “don’t throw up” and go from there.