Protein shakes…
…are vile.
I am trying to choke one down as I write this, and I shall document the experience to make my point.
My mom loves protein shakes and she’s always trying to get me to drink them
oh God, it smells like garbage soaked in sweat
she always insists that they taste like “ice cream” or “a frappuccino”
this is false, they do not
I’m trying to drink them because I’ve started strength training or something and supposedly this is a good -
LORD HAVE MERCY, THIS IS LIKE DRINKING DISHWATER WHILE SOMEONE PUNCHES ME IN THE TONSILS
- thing to do if you want your muscles to recover properly or whatever.
I can actually feel my digestive system rejecting this liquid insult. “Get out of here,” says my digestive system as it cringes and clenches. “You’re not chocolate, you lying bastard. You’re rotten eggs cracked into a glass of gasoline, you can’t fool me.”
A few more sips and it will be over.
BBBBBBBLLLLLLLEEEEUUUUUUGHGHGHGHGLGHLGHJLHGKHGLKHGHGH
