Low-carbing for the past couple of years has turned me into a gastronomic pussy. I'm getting better.
If it makes you feel better a few months ago for my birthday I went to an all-you-can-eat wing night. In previous years I'd done around 70-80 wings in 2 hours. Granted these are large, heavily breaded, freaking pterodactyl wings. This year I was like "I'm super f'ing fit now, I can handle 100!"
I got a big crowd of friends together and they were all chearing me on like I was Joey flippin Chestnut. Needless to say after 3 beers and thirty wings (only 30!) I had to call it quits. Total bloatsville.