Normally I can only handle ½ of one at the most.
But then I remembered when I was a little pipsqueek, about 7. I ate a whole XL pizza in 30 minutes while my dad was on the phone long distance.
I figured since I am older and bigger now... more should be no problem.
On the first pizza I was feeling the effects in a bad way. But I heard nobody call for the next pizza so I thought it is mine for sure. So I hollar next.
I ate one slice of that one then heard about 8-12 other people at the same time say next.
I got a little concerned, but then I thought if I can only force it down and get to the third pizza, no one will be able to compete.
So I did it and again was the first to finish it.
"Next!"
Along comes the third pizza I look at it and start feeling sick. Before I even reached for the first clice of the third pizza more people are hollaring next.
I thought everybody had to be hurting as bad as me so I took my time on this one. When I just finished the sixth slice I felt like I was going to cry... 3 tables away to my left I hear "Next!" and look at his empties... he was going on his fourth.
I called it quits right there and I was sooooo thirsty. So I get a glass of water and start drinking it down as fast as I could (which incidently was not fast at all.)
Then I heard one of the contestants close to me say "He will regret having that water."
I thought to myself BS, this water is good and I forced the rest down.
"Why"
"The water will expand the crust more in his stomach."
Just then my eye's pop wide open and I thought to myself that I am a jackass. Why did I not think of something so obvious.
A minute or two goes by and I am still as full as I was before, so I have nothing to worry about. I start relaxing and watching everybody else eat... thinking I could have bought something in the FS/FT threads with that $20 instead of torchering myself like this.
Then all of a sudden it hit me like a freight train. My stomach started hurting like I have never felt before and all I could do to feel better was lay on the floor and moan. A PA came over to see me and almost called the ambulance till I told him "NO!, I am only very full."
So he sat next to me and examined me and I started faking feeling better and I rubbed my belly just to act like I was at home after Thanksgiving... Wrong thing to do... any pressure on my stomach hurt like hell.
So I got the bright idea to unbutton and unzipper my pants. Well that releived a lot of the pressure. Enough for me to get up and take a quick look around before making a rather departure.
On the way getting home the crust started expanding again... It started hurting and I thought it would get as bad as it was @ the pizza place. Well it stopped short of it... but still hurt quite a bit.
To try getting my mind off of it I made this post and made a few other replies to try getting my mind off of it.
Right now it it does not hurt any more, it is more like a feeling of a 'relaxing' full.
No more pizza eating contests for me ever again. I am just going to pull out my machettie (That sword like blade... however it is spelled.) sharpen it for when spring arrives and go out into the thick brush strengthen my arms for the arm wrestling contest that is held every fourth of July @ my favorite bar.
Hopefully I can at least place in the top five for that one. Last year the overall winner got close to $9K, but it always varies depending on how many people enter.
My sister just got third place in the women's devision and won $1360. If she can place in the top three... So can I.
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