My son is a guys guy.
For years he’s been talking about wanting to be a boxer.
No way ever in a million years
after three blue moons with a blood red sun in the sky over an inhabited Jupiter
would I ever let him become a boxer.
Too many blows to the head, you know.
He would always tell me once he was 18 he wouldn’t need my permission.
I told him I’d show up at the gym and throw myself in the ring in protest,
This is not an idle threat – I’m not kidding and I’m totally capable.
Thankfully, he has chosen something else instead.
Body building.
I’m OK with that as long as we’re not talking the steroided kind.
He assured me this is the natural approach, and after some snooping
it appears to be so.
All this means there’s a new menu here besides the one I cook for
those of us not feeding ourselves for competition..
(although maybe we SHOULD)…
Breakfast –
1 cup of oatmeal (no adornments)
1 cup egg whites (no adornments)
1 grapefruit (no adornments)
Lunch –
8 oz chicken breast
1 cup broccoli
slice of sprouted bread
There’s salmon and tuna and more broccoli and salad greens, Ezekiel sprouted bread
and more egg whites and more oatmeal and water water water
included in this meal plan… five meals a day.
A competition is in the near future,
and no boxing on the horizon because you don’t want to screw up the body
you’re building, after all.
I’m good with that.
