I'm fighting a losing battle here: I'm trying to lose some weight. I love chocolate; that's one of my biggest downfalls. I haven't gotten a whole lot of chocolate, thank goodness, because I'd probably be about 300 pounds.
There's nothing pretty about competitive eating. It might be uncouth, but it is fun, and it is lighthearted.
I know I hold the contest record for downing the most hot dogs, and the record for most Nathan's Famous Hot Dog Contest championships, but it was really cool to be a part of a Guinness World Records official attempt.
Pretty much all I'm doing during an eating contest is being uncomfortable and not forgetting to breathe.
I vill eat nine Snikuhs bahs visout bahfing
You mean other than the wings? I once ate nine snicker bars in a row without barfing. It was a record.
Breakfast is a battle. I never feel like eating, but I have now found my way to porridge. I have it with full-fat milk and banana.
Oh, God, food is a constant struggle for me. With exercise, I get my workout done, and I'm done until tomorrow. With food, I eat, and then an hour later I'm hungry again!
I'd never eaten lobster before. I was 21. I didn't know what the heck I was doing. I was scooping guts. But I tied for third. And the two men who beat me didn't look good. One was Bob Shoudt. He seemed in pain. And I felt fine! I was 'Oh, my God, they look like they're dying. And I can eat so much more!' I knew I was made for it after that contest.
I think my body was built to eat 68 hot dogs. It's natural.
I've learned how to gnarl the food down. It's not pretty.
At some point I will try balut. I will make sure that I will film it
