Dont binge

The day after wasn't much of a surprise; just as I expected, I was hardly able to walk, let alone get out of bed. From my ankles to my hips, I was sore, hobbling around Starbucks, gas stations, and the motel lobby. I settled into a motel, the Grand Canyon Inn, about 30 minutes from the entrance of the Grand Canyon. Feeling like I had no choice, I was covered in dirt and could feel the dried-up sweat sticking to the back of my neck—a shower was needed. Also, just the thought of not having to be in my van was nice—a big room to stretch out and unwind, and use every towel in the room for a single shower. The entirety of the day honestly revolved around eating anything and everything that came my way. I'll actually give you a list of everything I ate that day:

Morning: 2 Pop-Tarts, an Americano, and a sausage, egg, and cheese muffin from Starbucks.

11 AM: 14-inch pepperoni pizza and fettuccine Alfredo with Powerade from an overpriced pizza restaurant.

1 PM: Pack of Pocky sticks.

4 PM: Pazookie (pie cookie) with ice cream, and a hot pickle. Shortly after, I fell into a sugar-induced coma.

7 PM: Pulled pork sandwich and chocolate. I was starting to feel the mountain of food sit inside the pit of my stomach.

It was sugar, carbs, and sadly, minimal protein. I loved every bite; it’s rare I ever indulge in that way. If you know, I'm a bit of a stickler about my health and diet, but when you burn nearly 9,500 calories, nothing really matters. Maybe not the healthiest mindset, but we all have our vices, don’t act like you don’t have some sick habit.