Any tips on not just what I’m doing wrong but how to improve it would be appreciated. I’ve been trying to improve for about 6 weeks but I know I don’t have the hand of bracing at all.
Most of us in this city don’t believe in God. It’s hard to believe in a higher power when you live on the 30th floor. I’d love to transcend with the bankers on the 34th, but I can’t afford to find myself at the bottom of a bottle again.
>Daily Protein (g) = Body Weight in kg × (1.4 to 2.0)
You’ve noticed of course. Aldi’s delicious smelling bread section has been infiltrated, with a new odorless white block of foam, ‘now with added protein’. Should I have been getting a hit of protein through my bread? How much am I supposed to be eating?
>Daily Protein (g) = Body Weight in kg × (1.4 to 2.0)
A modern scripture, a formula to getting ripped, yoked and ‘uge. The nutritionists have gifted us this wisdom from the mountain. Follow it and you’ll look hot and also not get osteoporosis. So who are you to defy the oracle?
>Daily Protein (g) = Body Weight in kg × (1.4 to 2.0)
Except how the fuck am I supposed to eat that much protein everyday? There’s no way that it has been normal for most of human history to eat that much fucking protein at every meal. You want me, to eat 110 grams of protein a day? (+5g of creatine) It’s barbaric and it tastes like shit.
Maybe people are managing it, Henry VIII looks like he ate a lot of chicken legs, but I was raised on penne arrabbiata, and frijoles with plantain. Am I expected to forget flavour? That meals can themselves be divine? Especially on holiday for some reason.
But the people will like me more in this shape. The women, the women will like me more in this shape. So yes, forget the flavours you once knew.
Which is where you find me now. Drinking the most disgusting chocolate protein shake. I double scooped so I could enjoy a regular meal, like the good old days, so this drink more accurately resembles slowly hardening clay. Tasteless stringy clay that I’m sipping from the pottery wheel; yum, a lump!
I’ve tried other alternatives yogurts, yogurt drinks, protein isolate shakes that taste like squash, high protein bagels, high protein wraps. Consuming them is like kissing your crush except the seams of their face are peeling off.
I’ve also tried improving my personality so as not to rely on superficialities to get ahead. This was difficult and expensive, so I gave up. Abs are easy and cheap when compared with resisting the social alienation wrought by Big Tech.
Which is why it’s time to boil my four eggs. They’ll make a delicious mid morning snack. My coworkers won’t mind the smell.
I was just a kid when the Harambe thing happened in 2016, so I didn't really get the cultural impact at the time. Honestly, I relate a lot to Amanda from Smosh having internet culture explained to her, because I feel like I'm completely missing the context here.
I know the memes, the jokes about 'the timeline shifting,' and obviously the OG tune by the Chicago Grip Reaper: 'Dicks Out for Harambe.' But when I actually go back and watch the video, my reaction is basically just... well, that's sad.
To me, the meme feels more emotional than what I actually feel watching the video. Does everyone else feel that way? Was the internet just by blowing it out of proportion, or were/are people genuinely that deeply moved and outraged about this specific gorilla being shot? Idk I was a child at the time so idgi.