Whatever Morgan Spurlock was feeling after about twenty days of nothing but McDonald’s® in the film, Super Size Me, I am feeling the exact opposite after my third day of only Subway®. I have more energy. I miraculously somehow have 20/20 vision. I have the same sense of smell as a dog, the same amount of memory as an elephant, the adorableness of a kitten.
In reality, it has only been three days. Not much feels that different. However, my weight is coming off nicely, and hopefully by July 15, I will at least appear presentable for my open casting call for a date. Either that or I will starve to death with a sub sandwich in my mouth and an unattainable dream of being skinny in my heart. My craving for non-Subway® food is still bearable. I am not yet sick of turkey, applicable vegetables, or honey mustard.
Next, I should pick a location for the event. A restaurant, though cliché, would be a good venue as I will want non-Subway® food more desperately than I will want a girlfriend. I should warn the Western world that I will probably pay little to no attention to my date during the commencement of the eating of the food. Maybe I should call the date off and go by myself to a steakhouse. Or I could take my talents to an all-you (I)-can-eat buffet. Or I could take a tour of an ice cream factory or a slaughterhouse. That is maybe a little too morbid. The poor ice cream.
I believe though, that this date may be great because my main objective will be to fill my stomach. Once that is satisfied, there will be no pressure or disappointment. I think that this may turn out to be great.