As it was described to me by friends in Philadelphia, “everything from the pig, but the squeal”. Nasty stuff.
I put mushrooms in my eggs, and oatmeal has fiber...as does some of the other stuff. Plus I drink 3/4-1gal of water a day. My shit is perfect.
I personally don't think there is anything weird about that routine. "Weird" would be eating random guts/organs out of various animals for no apparent reason.
I did Chinese buffet with a co-worker every day for a month and a half. While the option was there to change things up, neither of us did. Same exact thing EVERY time.
Remember that pit they had Rambo hanging in? That was all left over general Tso's chicken. The leeches were clinging to him to try and get out.
We were definitely a eat-what's-on-your-plate household. And since I'm a very picky eater, all it did ensure that I was a scrawny kid, as I would try to get as little of it on my plate as needed to function. Fortunately, only my mother was into internal organs, so we weren't subjected to that nastiness since my father did not eat it either. She had her own side dishes.
Don't worry about it, Ronnie Coleman, your delicate operating system couldn't handle the sheer awesomeness of the General. It'd be like putting MR12 in a John Deere 435. It'd run awesome for a few seconds and <BOOM> not running so well.