Subway Saves Lives

Over the past ten years I have surfed the wave of weight gain and weight loss (most of the ride being on the crest), one eatery has been kept me company. Subway has been my primary ammunition to battle the bulge. When I lost 40 lbs in five months for our wedding, it was the foot long Oven Roasted Chicken sandwich that got me there.

As stated in an earlier post, hunger is my death spiral… so to combat the crippling urges to drop nougat centers like Mos Def drops conspiracy theories, I would partake in a sixer from the house Jared built around 10 in the morning and then repeat at 2 in the afternoon. The problem with 320 calories of goodness is the bloody rut caused by this day-in and day-out diet.

Not to say that I don’t eat other things during periods of weight lose – tuna, salmon, turkey, and pork are found on the family 40. Those animal groups are dinner products – Subway is purely a day tripper. Also, it’s the peace of mind knowing there are more Subways than Starbucks, Walgreens, and Wal-Marts combined in the lower 48.

There is nothing less motivating than staring down the Igloo’s contents of homemade salad and fruit bowl when the balance to the day is eight hours off. Inner 3rd grade Jarvis wakes up in cold sweat flash backs worried mom forgot his aluminum foil wrapped Dr Pepper and Twinkie on today’s field trip. Subway has talked me off of more Quarter Pounder #2 combo cliffs than memory serves.