February 2023

BUSTERS! This whole Cheat Day thing is starting to catch up to me. Not the diet, that is going GREAT! I'm talking about this blog. I just can't keep up on a weekly basis. If you couldn't tell. So, JUST FOR NOW, until I look like this picture of Tom Selleck, I am going to be posting MONTHLY Cheat Day recaps. 

February was a HOT ONE. You already know about the Polar Plunge on the first Cheat Day in February. A lot of skin was showing and a lot of beer was drunk. The point and pump of the day went to Wawa's pepperoni croissant sandwich. But there will be more from that day in the final rankings.

The Polar Plunge cheat day was followed with a Chiefs victory during the Super Bowl as well as Empanadas eaten out the ASS. I also, enjoyed (binged) some delicious chips and queso compliments of Amanda. But also mega fresh cocktails. AM cocktails were provided by Sally Small Stomach and they consisted of banane liqeur, irish cream and iced coffee. PM cocktails were compliments of Ulf the great at The Side Door (underneath The Pub and the People). But, overall, the Point and the Pump has to go to the home made empanadas which I had the privilege of learning how it was done. 

In celebration of the Chiefs winning their second Super Bowl in 4 years I KIND OF went off the rails a TINY BIT and didn't allow myself a Cheat Day after that one. BUT, I did have a Cheat Meal and it was a delicious fried catfish and grits special in a quaint little town called Phoebus. It gets my point and pump of the day by default. Although I must admit it was good enough to possibly steal the Point and Pump from a lesser Cheat Day anyway.

The final Cheat Day of the month came in the form of a movie night for The Godfather part 2. It, much like my review of part 1, is a GREAT movie. Highly engaging from start to finish, the writing, acting and direction really bring home a masterpiece. The 2nd in the series. The star of Cheat Day, however, was the breakfast. I had homemade Chilaquiles! Chilaquiles is a favorite breakfast dish I became well acquainted with in Chicago. Although I couldn't NAIL IT quite like those folks do, it was pretty close to par and gets my point and pump for this final February Cheat Day. Other dishes with honorable mentions go to the Italian cuisine paired with The Godfather part 2: seafood risotto, manicotti and a boozy soupy, but delicious, tiramisu. 

CHEAT YEAH! What a month of delicious cheatyness. Here are a couple rankings for February:

Top 3 Places:

1. Fuller's Raw Bar (Phoebus, VA)
2. The Side Door (Washington, D.C.)
3. The Bunker (Virginia Beach, VA)

Top 3 Point and Pumps:

1. Empanadas
2. Pepperoni Croissant
3. Chilaquiles

Where I was:

End of January Weight: 240 lbs (On Scale #4)
End of January Measurements: 

• NIPPLES: 45 3/4 inches
• BELLY: 41 1/2 inches 
• HIPS: 41 1/2 inches

End of February Weigh: 245 lbs (On Scale #4) WHOOPSIES

End of February Measurements:

• NIPS: 44 3/4
• Belly: 42
• Hips: 41 3/4

SO, Not really that big a dif eh? Even though I supposedly gained 5 pounds. So, what the HECK does that tell you, besides of course that I am in fact buff AF. Whatever, just enjoy the pics baby!

Take care of yourselves, take care of each other. Eat like your life depends on it.

ELE,

FartPinch

My First Cheat Meal in Charlotte, NC

Well Busters, I made it over half of Cheat Day without having any delicious delicious cheat food. I credit that MOSTLY to driving to Charlotte, NC but ALSO because as we all know I was one fat FAT FATTY last week and needed to punish myself a little more. 

I'm in Charlotte for a 50th birthday party for this dude I've never met. He's a rich guy and a former professional soccer player, so this party was dope AF. Cuban food truck, catering waiters walking around with treats aplenty, buckets of beer all around the yard, a table with piles of cigars and a bar fully stocked with top shelf booze. Did I just wander into heaven on my first ever Cheat Meal?! You be the judge.

Upon arrival the young children of the man of honor are bouncing, taking names and giving wrist bands and generally putting the heat on anyone who WAS NOT invited. Luckily, I know people. After introductions and some obligatory pics I swipe some fried rice balls and some mini cuban sandwiches from the waiters. 

More time goes by and I FINALLY make it for the bar. TEQUILA please and lots of it. All different kinds until it finally landed on Cava De Oro and it's GOT DANG delicious, I could drink it neat and I did. With that delicious warmth in my belly it's time to hit the Cuban Food truck. I get an order of whatever the hell this declicous stuff is:

It's some kind of sauced up meat over rice and I wanted more. But, instead I got some of this:

A full on Cuban Sandwich and some dank ass empanadas. 

The night goes on and fades away. I eat fruit and cheese from the charcuterie in the dining room. I pound beers from the buckets. I do my dancing duty. I smoke a cigar. I got REAL close to a burlesque dancer (stripper) getting naked for the birthday boy. And I was a sham-friend toasting champagne after signing happy birthday.

Another week has gone by without measurements. I promise I will get back to the metrics next week. Take care of yourselves. Take care of each other. Eat like your life depends on it.

ELE,
Zach