The most important thing in any contest is finding your rhythm and making your body work for you.

Military caregivers play an essential role in the recovery process of our veterans and are more than deserving of our support.

There's nothing worse than getting third.

I'm getting paid to eat. It's not too bad of a life.

Winning tastes pretty good.

Competitive eating is something I can control. I know I can control, and if I push hard, I can win.

I think I get out of bed because I love to eat.

Kobayashi was the man. The other competitive eaters, they thought of him as unbeatable... He wasn't an eater. He was a god.

Everything at a baseball game is pretty much health food if you subscribe to the theory that you're eating what makes you happy.

I go to the doctor every four months to get my blood work done to make sure everything is working right.

The way I see it, I love to eat more than anybody.

I love food, and not surprisingly, I often suffer from stomach upsets when I overeat in general, let alone when I'm competing.

It's more of a mental sport because I know I can push harder than someone who doesn't know what his body can do.

When I'm in training, I eat no solid food except hot dogs for six weeks.

If I can train for a contest for a week, it's a guaranteed victory.

So now I'm 'the hot dog guy,' which isn't bad. I take it in stride. It's not like it was my goal in life. I'm having fun with it.

I've signed babies' arms. I wanted to pull a 'Ricky Bobby' and sign a baby's forehead.

Make sure I'm chewing, swallowing, and breathing, my whole body is working together. I can just find a rhythm and keep going and going and going. It's my love of food.

There are competitive people who love to push their body but don't love to eat like I do.

It's always a battle to maintain my weight.

I've strained some muscles here and there, in my throat, even my jaw. Nothing that doesn't heal quickly.

I love to eat! I don't think I have ever gotten sick of eating a food, unless it is bad food.

Going into a contest, I do not eat solid food and take in minimal calories for days, so I am hungry.

I was 21, and I was in college, and I'd eat real healthy during the week, and then on the weekends I would reward myself, and I'd just go to town on whatever my parents had in the fridge. And my little brother would be like, 'Hey.' And so it was actually him that begged me to do my first contest.