My jaw was sore. The meat sweats were setting in. The implacable pace I had been setting didn't stop, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't waver. The only thing keeping my teeth moving was the dread that if I didn't finish, it would all be for nothing. I'm no dietician, but I doubt that's a good reason to eat a meal which you weren't sure on first glance would even fit inside you.