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Today's breakfast is a modest pair of Pop-Tarts, but at lunch sh*t gets real. Lured in by the not-so-subtle tagline, "Eat like a man," I eagerly plunked a Hungry-Man Select in my grocery cart. At two to three times the size of my typical Amy's frozen meals, the box alone is a sight to behold. Then there are its contents.
As the packaging touts, my meal (fried chicken, mashed potatoes, corn and a brownie) packs a whopping 41 grams of protein. In smaller print, I read that it also contains 41 grams of fat -- plus a day's worth of sodium. The chicken tastes surprisingly OK. I do my best to choke down the flavorless potatoes and corn (you'd think all that sodium would at least make my taste buds happy). The microwaved brownie is an unexpected high point. But in spite of my manly lunch's sky-high protein count, I find my stomach rumbling well before my next meal. My spirit flags a bit, and I cannot stop guzzling water.
For dinner I fire up the oven for the first time all week. I pan sear rib-eye steak (medium rare, natch) and bake half a bag of frozen steak-cut fries. The Flintstones-esque steak that eclipses most of my plate screams masculinity and brings the day's protein count to about 110 grams -- probably about twice my recommended daily intake. My husband recommends that I dip my french fries in the steak drippings. He's right; it's delicious.
I'm probably slowly crawling down the path to malnutrition, but I can't deny how much I enjoyed dinner. Maybe I'll extend my dude diet for an entire month.
Calories consumed: 2,337
Time spent preparing food: 27 minutes
Current mental state: Cautiously optimistic
SEE NEXT PAGE: Day 4: This Spud's for You
