Those of you who know me well, and even those who don't, know that my life has one, unrelenting, unshakable constant: Submarine sandwiches. The Hero, The Hoggie, the Philly, The Blimpie, The Dip, The Sub, Heaven in your Mouth, whatever you want to call it, submarine sandwiches have literally been my go to, anytime of day, sometimes multiple times of day, meal food since I had my first Tuna sub sandwich at the Subway near my childhood home. My biggest dream in life (then) was to be tall enough to see over the very tall "sneeze guard" wall. I'm tall enough now, but they redesigned the wall years ago....
Of those many, many, many sandwiches, my all time favorite is the Subway Spicy Italian (TM Probably). 1500 Calories of fat, salt, and bready bready goodness. I have literally said to women in my past "the way to my heart is a spicy italian and a chocolate milk". I can tell you (right now today) exactly how far the three closest Subways are to my home (in step count), which one is best at which times, and which "sandwich artist" is the preferred artist. I emailed Subway head office when they switched from the "traditional" cut. My list of obsessive Subway related life events goes on and on and on (we all remember the controversy that was the 11 inch footlong).
But you know what? Watching Brandon and his quest for nutrition made me realize something. In all of my efforts to improve my own nutrition game (of which there have been many over the years) that one constant -- that daily massive helping (and I do mean daily. I averaged a Subway sandwich 5 out of every 7 days for the better part of 6 straight years) of enriched bread has ultimately been "too much of a good thing". I need a change if I want my body to change.
Now this isn't a no carbs post. Far from it. We endurance athletes need carbs. And carbs are great! But my problem was balancing those carbs (and the accompanying fatty processed meats). And inhaling several hundred calories of footlong goodness every lunch hour would leave me bloated, tired, and that much farther away from my training goals.
So I did it. I'm off the bread. For now at least. And by "off" I don't mean I've quit. I love bread. You should too. I think it has a very healthy place in one's diet.
So maybe what I should say is "I've moderated the bread". And what has that meant to me? It means I've had to revamp literally my entire way of eating. I can't just grab a sandwich anymore. I have to plan, and I have to make smart choices. And (ugh) sometimes I have to spend more money (it takes a lot of expensive vegetables to fill the hunger-hole a footlong sub would plug).
But two weeks in I'm down weight, up in energy, and stronger. And I don't need to know anything more than that.