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modern-inheritance · 11 months ago
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Modern Inheritance: Earned (Short)
(A/N: Set a few days after Arya wakes up post-Gil'ead escape.)
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Eragon sat beside the elf and passed her a bowl of the half warmed slop Brom had dished out. She muttered a distracted thanks and set it down, going back to digging in her pack.
“Trying to get to the other side of the Hells there?” Murtagh asked, popping a handful of dried nuts in his mouth. The ration packs they had pilfered from Gil’ead weren’t the most appetizing, but they had good snacks to supplement the awful meals. 
Arya grunted a noncommittal response, shoving aside a weapons cleaning kit. “It’s gotta be in here, I never forget to pack it.”
“Maybe someone took whatever it is out?” Eragon spooned some of the gruel into his mouth and winced. Highly nutritious, yes. Kept you on your feet, yes. But if he never ate another MRE in his life after they got to the Varden then it would be too soon. Through their link he could feel Saphira crunching down on a deer carcass not too far from their hidden camp. She swatted away his half serious suggestion she share.
“No, the pack’s locked with a print scanner, you can’t get in it unlessAH HA!” The woman let out a quiet triumphant whoop and, in an altogether uncharacteristic display of excitement, wiggled side to side as she pulled out a thin, palm sized package. 
The gathered men stared. Whatever it was, it didn’t look all that remarkable. Wrapped in brown paper, one corner torn and revealing a shiny foil below, it was only remarkable in how ordinary it looked. 
Completely oblivious to their deadpan stare, Arya let out happy noise and tore the packaging off before taking a large bite of the firm substance within. 
That’s when Brom let out a somewhat disbelieving scoff. “Chocolate? Really?”
The elf scowled up at him. “Shut up, I earned this.”
Murtagh and Eragon both leaned towards the woman when the word ‘chocolate’ came into play.
“Say, Arya.” The young Rider gave her his best smile, voice entirely innocent. “What do you say? Share with your favorite Dragon Rider?” 
“Yeah, that whole debt thing. Saved you and all that.” Murtagh’s fingers itched to grab the treat. He hadn’t had chocolate, real chocolate, in years. “Maybe you should pay up.”
“Hell no! Get your own!”
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deadbilly · 11 months ago
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Do people actually like squatters?
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walkingdetroit · 5 months ago
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Tuesday Ride in North Corktown
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Pink Flamingo has outdoor dinners every Thursday from 6-10pm at 2746 Vermont Street!
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nataliawolf · 20 days ago
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My body is like this thanks to the sports I practiced for years, I was an athlete, a cyclist and I play volleyball, but I also have excellent genetics. I am not a glutton, I eat a balanced diet but I am not vegan or anything like that, I don't like sugar very much and I prefer salty things, I also like vegetables.
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shamebats · 5 months ago
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Anti vegans are so weird like who else do you have beef with, people who don't buy slave labor chocolate? little kids who tell you it's bad to litter? cyclists? people who are passionate about recycling?
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princessfaerygia · 4 months ago
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Pink v neck shirt again and burgundy mauve cardigan, leggings, pinkish neck warmer. Still, empty, free. Birdsong surrounds me with ineffable essence. Cars passing by like crashing waves of the ocean. But don't worry, they aren't actually getting into crashes. Big tree, squirrel climbing. Another car wave. 🌊 Words of the world and inner life. Look! Another squirrel climbing! I love their bushy tails. What will I eat today? I need to buy meals. I'm thinking another vegan ravioli. Or maybe I should go for the vegan Asian dumplings. It's just a bit less filling than the ravioli. I know what I'll do! Daiya Alfredo with mushrooms. Mom got me mushrooms. Looking behind me as I cross the street, I peek pale orange, pastel yellow, and hot pink eroding arising the sky. Kinda like my hot pink shirt. I don't want to move out, I want to stay in place. But it's cluttered and disorganized and emotionally difficult to integrate. I wonder how it will be once we move into new apartment? There should surely be more structure and organization, less clutter. My boyfriend got an e-bike for transportation. I'm happy for him. I used to be a cyclist. It almost felt like surfing going downhill and onto main roads weaving in and out between motor vehicles. I used to want to be a surfer. It's my favorite sport but I've never practiced it.
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blubushie · 2 years ago
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Disclaimer: none of this is to be taken seriously.
DNI IF YOU:
Are vegan (vegetarians are fine)
Are a cyclist (bikies, you're on thin fucking ice)
Don't like flanno
Are scared of snakes
Are scared of bugs
Unironically say "NAURRR" (Aussies are exempt)
Drive a manual (I'm jealous of you)
Scream when you're afraid or startled
Don't take your shoes off indoors (WTF is wrong with you?)
Have never loved the stars too fondly
Claim your favourite flower is roses
Like the colour pink
Don't wear a watch
Don't like vegemite (WTF is wrong with you? x2)
If you DO like vegemite, DNI if you eat it at level 6 or anything below 3
Eat vegemite plain off the spoon (WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU? x3)
Call all cattle "cows"
Use chapstick (let your lips split like a real man)
Weren't sacrificed on the altar of Victoria Bitter
You drink Foster's
Call thongs "flip-flops" (wrong) or "jandals" (inhuman)
Are a ranga
Wear neon colours (hunting orange is fine, safety green is only permissible for tradies)
Like wearing shoes
Wear socks and ESPECIALLY if you sleep with socks on
Like maths (you're an alien)
Wash your face every morning
Don't know how to change a tyre
Think heat above 80F/25C is "unbearable"
Have never ridden a horse
Don't know the difference between revolvers and pistols
Have, at any point, unironically uttered the phrase "assault rifle"
Are from M*lbourne (Victorians, you're on thin fucking ice)
Are from New Zealand (Aotearoans, you're fine)
Are French/speak French (Africans, you're on thin fucking ice)
Are Canadian (exempt if you're the TikTok lumberjack lady)
Are French-Canadian (double-wrong)
Are English. The rest of the UK, you're on thin ice.
Are from a city with a population higher than 1mil. People from cities with populations of 30k to 999k are on thin fucking ice. People from cities/town/shires/villages with less than 30k I love you.
Think "bogan" is an insult
Don't shave with a knife (people who use straight razors, you're on thin fucking ice, people who don't shave at all I love you)
Have never been sunburnt (only for people who can get sunburnt)
Don't like camping
Own decorative towels and ESPECIALLY if you get mad at people for using them. It's a bloody towel and I'm using it for its intended purpose
Believe in astrology
Have a skincare routine and/or wear makeup
Drive a Toyota Prius
DON'T love thunderstorms
Were born after 2023
Think catching toads to get high is "animal abuse" (the toads are fine unless they're cane toads, fuck cane toads, all my mates hate cane toads)
You microwave water for any reason
Have never been to a B&S ball
Don't believe in aliens
Are taller than 158cm/5'2"
Take multivitamins (aka you are healthier than me)
Haven't read my fic (minors exempt, do not read it)
Don't like bush ballads or sea shanties. I'm going to show up at your house and aggressively sing Waltzing Matilda at 3am outside your bedroom window
Think the term "blackfella" is racist
Would give me up, tell a lie, and hurt me
Don't bless the rains down in Africa
You shave your eyebrows
And the only LEGITIMATE ONE on this list...
People who think/call Sniper TF2 a Kiwi. If you'd call Sniper (who left New Zealand as an infant and spent his whole life in Australia and didn't even know his Australian parents weren't his birth parents until he was 30) a Kiwi, then you would call me an American because I was born in America and moved to Australia when I was two. You need to re-evaluate how you see migrants, relationships to culture, and adoptees.
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anastasiaskarsgard · 1 year ago
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Tumblr is not a popularity contest.
Followers and notes DO NOT matter!
Just post what you love and reblog fun stuff too!
It’s not that serious.
If you do get followers, take a couple seconds to verify they’re not one of those sex bots.
No one knows why they are even here, but if you just ignore them, their other sex bot friends will swarm you and you’ll have no real people appreciating your nonsense.
If someone is rude or crazy, just block them. This is a place for your joy.
Unless your joy is being crazy and rude, then rage into the universe and maybe you’ll find other crazy, rude people that would love to fight you.
Here at tumblr, anything goes!
You can be straight, gay, trans, non-binary and everything else there is! I am not leaving anyone out on purpose, I just don’t know them all, but you can be that here!
You can be any race, from any country, speaking any language. Language can be a speed bump, but we all love pics and can appreciate funny videos of animals doing something. They don’t speak your language either!
You can be an Olympic athlete, plus size queen, role player, fan fiction writer, student, chef, fire fighter, car hop, financial business analyst, train conductor, environmentalist, porn star, vegan, cyclist, soldier or any other thing in life and you’ll find your people here.
So don’t hold back! Be yourself and you’ll find others that appreciate you. Also, share those that you appreciate. A like is nice but if you think something is great, reblog it and spread the love. There’s no better compliment than when someone shares your little posts.
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blusbushco · 1 year ago
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*pushes application forward- basic stuff. not a vegan or a cyclist, can sympathize bc of a burning hatred for rental electric scooters. knows spanish, not french.* I heard you needed some help with the bo- disposal. I know a bit about that. And dubious creachers. I have some of my own supplies too grins (Forewarning- I might hold onto some of the creacher bones. For investigation. If that's alright.)
Oho! Hired! Wait-
Where's my fucking "HIRED" stamp? SEVEN!
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Kinne Tonight - Say Cheese
Date: Jun 22, 2019
Wait on, I'll just ask this guy. Excuse me, would you mind taking a photo of us?
Yeah, no problem.
Thank you.
Okay, everybody say "cheese!"
Oh, actually, I'm a vegan. Could you please have us say something else?
Okay, everybody say "tofu."
Tofu's not actually as good for you as vegans think. Any crossfitter'll tell you that. It's bad for your testosterone levels.
Okay, I'm sorry, how about we all just smile?
Oh, if one more asshole asks me to smile.
Not really an asshole, taking a photo for you, so.
What's there to smile about anyway?
Okay... would you like me to just count backwards from 3?
Oh, would you like dyslexic people to just not exist?
My cousin has dyslexia so, offended.
Adopted. Don't even know who my cousins are so, more offended.
How about this? We all put a word we're comfortable with in our heads and I'll get the shot.
No, doesn't sound very inclusive though, does it? I supposed you'd like us all to stand a few meters apart would you, Stalin?
Jesus Christ.
Well, I don't see what religion has to do with this.
Well, I'm an atheist so, majorly triggered.
Is that a comment on the gun debate? Still trying to control people.
It's not just the people. Has anyone thought about the animals?
Look, this is what we're gonna do. Everybody throw up a peace sign and I'll take a photo.
Wow. Cultural appropriation is alive and well. Why don't you just ask us to say "kung-fu"?
Guess what, new plan. Group selfie. Ready, set, go. Boom. And looks awesome, you're gonna love it.
What?
Nice to meet you.
You took it with the front camera you stupid cyclist dick!
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modern-inheritance · 9 months ago
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Uh oh. More things are coming out about plants being intelligent (to an extent and not in the conventional sense).
Your move, Inheritance Cycle elves.
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jhoumous · 2 years ago
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the-gentleman-sockmonkey · 2 years ago
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AAAAND VEGANS TAKE THE INSUFFERABLE FUCKS LEAD BACK FROM THE CYCLISTS
Vegans of tumblr, listen up. Harvesting agave in the quantities required so you dont have to eat honey is killing mexican long-nosed bats. They feed off the nectar and pollinate the plants. They need the agave. You want to help the environment? Go back to honey. Your liver and thyroid will thank you, as well. Agave is 90% fructose, which can cause a host of issues. Bye.
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Headline: Bristol: Where the Housing Crisis Bites Harder Than a Vegan Piranha.
A Masochist's Guide to Britain's Most Expensive (and Eccentric) City Outside London, Where Endless Protests Mingle with Artisanal Bread and Your Council Tax Buys You...Well, We're Not Quite Sure, yet.
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Bristol: A Jewel in the Crown of Chaos (and Masochism)
Ah, Bristol! A city of captivating contrasts, where the bohemian spirit wrestles with eye-watering house prices, and the aroma of freshly baked artisanal bread mingles with the lingering scent of ‘Kill the Bill’ protesters. It's the UK's most expensive city outside of London, they say, a dubious honour that comes with a unique blend of charm and exasperation. So, without further ado, welcome to Bristol, a guide for the masochistic at heart.
Housing: Where Dreams Go to Die (Slowly and Painfully)
Forget those idyllic visions of owning a quaint Victorian terrace. In Bristol, you'll be lucky to afford a shoebox-sized flat with a landlord who considers basic plumbing an optional extra. Space is a luxury, but hey, who needs it when you can pay a premium for the privilege of living in a "vibrant" community? Just try not to think about the crippling mortgage or rent payments, or you may find yourself in the queue for psychiatric intervention, and, if you manage to get an appointment before you die of old age, go treat yourself!
Protests: A Spectator Sport (and Participatory Bloodsport?)
Bristol is a hotbed of activism, where every cause, no matter how obscure, finds its voice. From Extinction Rebellion's theatrical stunts to the perennial "Kill the Bill" demonstrations and everything in between (Palestine, banning cars, banning cyclists – you name it), there's never a dull moment. Just be sure to wear comfortable shoes, as you'll likely be doing a lot of marching (or running from riot police). It's a great way to meet new people, get some exercise, and feel like you're making a difference, even if you're not quite sure what the difference is. And who knows, you might even witness a bit of "excitement" as tensions boil over. A little murder and mayhem keeps things interesting, right? (Just try to avoid being a participant.)
Green Dreams, Red Tape Nightmares (and Bin Collection Fiascos)
Our esteemed Green Council has blessed us with a cornucopia of innovative policies, such as pedestrianising the entire city centre and banning private cars (except for those belonging to council members, of course). Commuting has become a thrilling adventure, where you can test your fitness by cycling up, and downhill for miles on a railway path, where the latest fashions in Lycra attempt to put Paris and Milan to shame and fail miserably. Or try your luck with the notoriously unreliable public transport. And don't even get us started on the bin collections. Schemes galore, but they can't even manage the basics.
Crime: A Touch of Gritty Realism (and Occasional Mayhem)
While Bristol boasts a thriving arts scene, it also has a darker side. Stabbings, shootings, and the occasional riot add a touch of "excitement" to everyday life. But don't worry, the police are on it... eventually. They're just a bit outnumbered.
Council Tax: Where Does It All Go? (Certainly Not Here)
We pay a hefty sum for the privilege of living in this urban paradise, but it's hard to see where all that money goes. The streets are littered with potholes, the parks are overgrown, and the libraries are closed. But hey, at least our council is committed to funding "inclusive" art projects and hiring diversity consultants. Priorities, people, priorities!
Oh, and forgive me for not giving a full and proper mention to cyclists.
Clad in Lycra so bright it could guide ships at sea, they pedal with the righteous fury of a Tour de France contender, even when navigating a shared-use path. Their expressions, a mix of grim determination and smug superiority, suggest they're single-handedly saving the planet, one aggressively claimed metre of cycle path at a time. Meanwhile, pedestrians and other users scatter like startled pigeons, desperately trying to avoid becoming roadkill on the altar of sustainable transport.
Meanwhile, in a hipster suburb of the city centre, a coffee shop awaits its next customer with the trepidation of yet another demanding protagonist.
He, or she approaches the coffee shop counter, not with a plea for caffeine sustenance, but with an air of eco-conscious determination. "I require," they intone, their voice resonating with the gravitas of a seasoned climate activist addressing the UN General Assembly, "a decaf double-shot soy latte.  Organic, fair trade, of course. And make sure it's organic, fair-trade, and shade-grown – wouldn't want to contribute to the destruction of the rainforest canopy, now would we? And," a dramatic pause, "absolutely no disposable cup."
A subtle nod towards one's own reusable bamboo cup follows, a silent yet potent reminder of one's commitment to reducing waste. A gentle sigh escapes one's lips as the barista, bless their soul, fumbles with the soy milk carton. "And please," one adds, "ensure the soy is non-GMO and locally sourced. We must support our local farmers, after all. Even if we are only in Bristol, where the closest thing to a rainforest is Leigh Woods"
The barista, a young individual whose weary eyes suggest a familiarity with the daily grind (both literal and metaphorical), nods wearily.  They reach for a compostable cup, crafted from the sustainably harvested tears of a responsibly raised bamboo shoot.
"Hold," our protagonist commands, raising a hand adorned with rings made from recycled bullet casings. "Is this cup actually compostable?  I need certification.  Independent verification.  Peer-reviewed studies on its biodegradability.  I will not contribute to the microplastic crisis!  Think of the plankton!"
As the barista diligently prepares the beverage, one's gaze drifts towards the disposable cups lining the shelves, a symbol of the environmental catastrophe that is mass consumption. A mental note is made to write a strongly worded letter to the boss, urging them to switch to exclusively biodegradable cups made from recycled seaweed.
A hush falls over the café.  All eyes are on the unfolding drama.  A nearby customer, clutching a suspiciously large Frappuccino, nervously shuffles their feet.
The barista, now visibly sweating, frantically consults a laminated chart detailing the cup's eco-credentials.  "It's… it's made from… uh… plant-based materials," they stammer.
"Plant-based!" our protagonist exclaims, their voice dripping with scorn.  "Which plants?  Were they ethically sourced?  Did they have sentience?  What's their carbon footprint?  I need to see the supply chain!  I need to know the name of the farmer who lovingly nurtured these plant fibres!  I demand transparency!"
The tension in the room is palpable.  A single, ethically sourced, locally roasted coffee bean rolls across the floor, the sound amplified in the sudden silence.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the barista produces a certificate, stamped with the logo of the "Global Association for the Ethical Treatment of Flora and Fauna."  Our protagonist scrutinises it with a magnifying glass fashioned from recycled ocean plastic.
"Hmm," they murmur, a hint of suspicion lingering in their voice.  "I’ll need to run my own independent tests.  I have a portable spectrometer in my hemp satchel."
Finally, the moment arrives. The decaf double-shot soy latte, a beacon of eco-consciousness in a world drowning in plastic straws and non-recyclable coffee pods. One accepts the cup with a gracious smile, a silent pat on the back for a job well done in the fight against climate change.
The latte is eventually deemed acceptable, after a thorough interrogation of its constituent parts.  Our hero accepts the beverage, but not before lecturing the barista on the evils of single-use lids (even the compostable ones).
And so, another small victory is won in the ongoing war against environmental destruction.
One latte at a time, the world is being saved, or at least, thoroughly scrutinised. One can only hope that the barista, after this ordeal, will seek therapy, perhaps paid for with the ethically sourced tips from a grateful, if slightly intimidated, clientele. The sheer audacity of this single purchase, this eco-battle waged over a caffeinated beverage, reverberates through the very fabric of society.  It is a microcosm of the larger struggle, a symbol of the righteous indignation of the environmentally conscious, a beacon of hope in a world drowning in plastic and despair, a… well, it’s a latte.  But a very important latte.  A latte that probably cost more than my eco-friendly pack of bamboo loo rolls. Bamboo saved from the ravages of an overfed panda at London Zoo (don't even get me started on Zoo's, by the way!).  A latte that I’m pretty sure just judged me. And you know what? It’s probably right to judge me. I haven't even recycled my aura today.
In a society where sipping a latte is a political statement, one must ensure their beverage aligns with their values. After all, what's the point of saving the planet if you can't Instagram a picture of your reusable bamboo cup while doing it?
So, there you have it - a glimpse into the joys of living in Bristol. It's a city where you can experience the best (and worst) of urban life, all for the price of a small fortune, your sanity, and maybe a bit of personal safety. But hey, at least it's never boring. And who knows, maybe one day, things will get better. But don't hold your breath.
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atplblog · 26 days ago
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gym-advise · 2 months ago
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The Top Protein Powders for Different Fitness Goals
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The Struggle to Choose the Right Protein Powder
Standing in the aisle or scrolling through an online store filled with countless tubs of protein powder can be intimidating. Do you pick whey or casein? Concentrate or isolate? The options seem endless, and unless you're a nutrition expert, it can feel like navigating a maze.
The truth is, the protein powder that works wonders for one person might not suit another. Why? Because your fitness goals matter a lot. Whether you're looking to bulk up, train for a marathon, or maintain overall health, picking the right protein powder is crucial. Let’s dive in and simplify this for you.
Why Protein Powder is Essential for Fitness
Protein is the cornerstone of fitness. It plays a vital role in muscle repair, recovery, and growth after workouts. Think of it as the building block your body needs to rebuild stronger after the wear and tear of exercise.
But getting enough protein from meals alone can be challenging, especially if you’re always on the go or have specific dietary restrictions. That’s where protein powders come to the rescue. They’re not just convenient; they’re a precise, efficient way to meet your protein needs without overloading on calories.
Brands like ProSupps, known for their high-quality offerings, have made protein powders that cater to various fitness needs. Their ProSupps Whey Protein and Alpha Whey Protein are excellent examples, offering flexibility and a range of benefits depending on your goals.
Matching Protein Powders to Your Fitness Goals
Not all protein powders are created equal. The best one for you depends on your unique fitness aspirations.
For Muscle Building
If your goal is to build lean muscle, look no further than whey protein isolate or concentrate.
Why it works: Whey is fast-digesting, ensuring your muscles get the amino acids they need quickly after a workout.
Best picks: Try products like ProSupps Whey Protein, designed for optimal muscle recovery and growth.
For Endurance Training
Endurance athletes like runners or cyclists need sustained energy, not just muscle repair. Protein powders with added carbohydrates are ideal here.
Why it works: Carbs provide the energy needed for prolonged activities, while protein aids recovery.
Pro tip: Look for protein blends that include casein, which digests slowly and fuels your body over time.
For Weight Management
Trying to shed some pounds while preserving muscle? Go for low-carb, low-fat protein powders like whey isolate or plant-based options.
Why it works: These powders are high in protein but low in unnecessary calories, helping you stay full without overeating.
How to Choose the Right Protein Powder
With so many options, here are a few pointers to make the process easier:
Read the Labels Carefully
Check for sugar content, fillers, and additives.
Look for high protein content per serving (20–30g is ideal).
Consider Your Dietary Needs
Are you lactose intolerant? Choose a lactose-free whey isolate or plant-based protein.
Vegan? Opt for pea, rice, or soy protein powders.
Test for Digestibility
Not all proteins sit well with everyone. If you experience bloating, try an isolate or hydrolyzed version, which are easier on the stomach.
Align with Your Goals
For muscle gain, prioritize whey or casein.
For overall fitness or maintenance, go for a balanced blend.
Conclusion
Choosing the right protein powder doesn’t have to be overwhelming. Start by understanding your fitness goals, and then align them with the protein type that best meets your needs. Reliable brands like Iron Asylum offer a variety of high-quality options, including ProSupps Whey Protein, to help you achieve those goals effectively.
And remember: while protein powders are a fantastic tool, they’re not magic. Pair them with a well-rounded diet, consistent exercise, and good rest. When in doubt, consult a fitness or nutrition expert to ensure you’re making the best choice for your body.
Take it one scoop at a time. Your fitness journey is worth it!
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