I just went there. I crossed that line. I’m now a self phone photographer. Ewwy. Maybe some grace will be given for the fact that there is purpose behind this picture. It’s for you – to prove that nastiness happens in the gym. Messy hair, glistened bodies, germy hands, fatigued faces. I’ve learned to embrace em’ all.  It took awhile to get there, but when you find worth in a good sweat session and you’re favorite jam is cranked, everyone else’s wondering eyes begin to cease and work it done.

After weights comes protein, and for some protein powder. Protein powder has been one that has burdened me. As a vegetarian, it’s easy to be put in the category as one that lacks nutrients, which is why there was a time I was hesitant to take protein supplements.  I wanted to prove that every nutrient my body needs could be received through eating whole foods, not supplements.

Why prove anything to anybody? For me, protein power isn’t consumed because it’s absent from my diet, but because after I’ve challenged my muscles, protein is needed for repairing. It’s needed – and truthfully, eating a 20 gram heavy veggie burger doesn’t sound appetizing after 20 grams of sprints, if sprints were measured in grams.

I prefer protein ice cream.

It’s all in the fruit. It’s got to be frozen.

I picked a protein that had ingredients I could actually pronounce and didn’t fill up the entire ingredient chart.

In my protein ice cream:

frozen bananas. frozen peaches. 1/4 cup almond milk. water (enough to allow blending) chocolate protein. spoonful of plain greek yogurt. smidge of truvia. 3 ice cubes. swirly straw.

Be kind and keep your protein ice cream under 20 grams. Too much protein turns to mush. Mush is bad.

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