Survivor

Yeah, I know what you guys mean about the huge food portions in the States. When I moved to Europe I was really pissed for awhile about the "pansy" portions they have in most of the restaurants. Then I just started eating less, especially when the training schedule was out of whack for a few days. I swear if you stop eating before you feel stuffed you'll get used to it; most of us don't train all day like Frank Shamrock and *have* to eat like horses anyway.


The thing about living away from home is that you look at it through the eyes of the people you're living with. The Europeans were telling me about various cultural statistics in the US, including the one about Americans being so fat. I acknowledged that there were definitely some criminally huge porkers, but swore up and down that they were the ones single-handedly dragging the nations's average up.

I really got freaked out was when I went back for Christmas after being away for a year and a half. My first thought in the airport was "Geeez!! Where did all of these fat porkers come from? ***THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!***" Same thing in the mall, in church, at the neighbors.... I thanked my lucky stars that it was winter and they were all bundled up.... I guess when I was still living in the States I was hanging around hardcore atheletes or people who weren't hard-core but definitely determined to stay thin, and just blinded myself to the HERDS because they weren't in my life.

I really think the easiest way to learn about home sometimes is to leave it for awhile...

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I had time to examine our late foes... "Iglis" I would call them, but of the economy model. No beauty and no belly buttons and not much brain -- presumably constructed to do one thing: fight, and try to stay alive. Which describes us, too -- but we did it faster.
Robert Anson Heinlein -- Glory Road