It’s been an informative couple of weeks.
In early October, the Beast decided he wanted to gain 10 lb. in muscle mass and I decided that I would lose 10 lb. in fat mass. Normally, we eat the same amount of food, which, portion-wise, roughly rounds out to eating for four every night. One pound of pasta? Bring it on. A party-size pizza? DESTROYED!
So, it seemed like a no-brainer. I would start eating for one person and the Beast would start eating for three. We’re getting there, but I still have a hard time letting go of my competitive mindset.For example, if I bake a cake, like this cake (but I used plain white wine rather than Muscat, and Concord grape jam rather than grapes), I want to eat my half of it.
I baked the fucking thing. But that might not help me lose 10 lb. To get around this, whenever I’d slice the Beast a piece, I’d make it twice as big as the one I carved out for myself.