artificial protein


Not one to post pictures like this but this is huge progress in my stomach/waist, only 4 weeks apart. Four weeks of TRUE clean eating (no living off one carb waffles, artificial sweeteners, protein bars- those are processed shit). Cardio 3-4 times a week, for no more than 20 minutes on average. Generous carbs for my body type. I don’t feel drained. I have great energy. It’s crazy what a well thought out program can do for you! My next four weeks of my program are more cardio based so I can only get better from here 💪🏻 I know my booty shrunk a little bit but that’s a sacrifice you have to make sometimes. I might lose some muscle mass but by the end I’ll be setting myself up for starting a very productive bulk from a good place. I’m really proud of how far I’ve come because this is a huge plateau I’ve broken. I’ve come so far mentally as well, by thinking more positively and loving myself for who I am- even if I didn’t lose any more weight, I’ve had a great mental transformation, and to me that means more than anything.

anonymous asked:

What is your opinon on vegan protein powders? im thinking of buying one like sunwarrior since i'm gonna start working at out home, and also cause im doing zumba, and my kickboxing classes start mid october. i want to get "toned" and in shape, but alot of people say its a bit different for vegans since our carbohydrates are high. I know its important to take in beans, legumes, tofu and other veggies like broccoli, but will the powder speed up the process?

If someone is an athlete I see why they would like to use them and I have no problems with them, but personally I am not into very intense exercise programs, so I don’t use them. 

I used to think I “had” to eat protein powder to build muscle, but one day I decided to test that and stopped. What really happened was that I maintained my muscle mass, BUT my digestion and bloating problems reduced significantly. I think the artificial sweeteners that most protein powders use weren’t really working with me. Now I still get PLENTY of protein, but through whole food sources like beans, grains, and tempeh…that being said, literally ALL plants have protein :) Now I think the artificial taste of protein powders just tastes so weird to me and I don’t enjoy them at all. And I save hella money now because those things are usually $$$

I’m not a dietician or doctor so I can’t recommend anything for you to do specifically, but that’s my personal experience :) 

Clean Eating Grocery List


-Brown/wid rice**

-Sweet potato**

-Oatmeal/steel cut oats/red river cereal**

-Quinoa pasta

-Ezekiel bread

-Whole wheat pasta



-Nut butter**



-MCT oil**

-Salmon (protein source as well)


-Chicken breast**


-White fish (cod,tilapia, sole,mahi mahi)**

-Extra lean ground beef


-Egg whites**



-Cottage cheese

-Artificial protein (powder)**



-Romain lettuce







-Apples (green)




-Sugar free syrup**


-Coconut oil spray**




-80% dark chocolate**


-Sugar free pop

-Almond milk/coconut milk


**Always have in my house**

catpella  asked:

love that tag essay on Han and Lando in their twenties! but I have to know - _did_ Lando think about it? and does he miss moving towards Han's star? what did he think when the stable life he built w/o Han came crashing down because of Han and now it was time to go out again, out into the void and away from the stability?

When they first—split, that’s the word for it; like skin or a carapace—Lando thought it all the time.

Mostly because Han had taken his ship, and Lando learned how to curse him in a dozen new languages, hitchhiking across the galaxy to Bespin. He misses his start date at Cloud City by three weeks, and it takes some serious grovelling on his part (and monumental laziness, on the Baron Administrator’s) to convince the Board to bring him on anyway.

It takes longer, to stop thinking, oh, I have to have tell—or turning to make some wry aside, only to realize there’s no one standing at his shoulder. To come back to his quarters and not whistle a greeting, or wait to hear an answer. (There’s a technician whose laugh is almost, and the droid repairman whose hands were, or the—)

Still, time passes. By the time Han bursts back into Lando’s life, it’s been long enough that Lando is simply, uncomplicatedly glad to see him. The split has healed over and the scar tissue of it doesn’t ache, not even at the way he looks at Princess Leia, the way she touches him.

He’s not even Lando’s Han anymore. Han Solo is trapped in Lando’s memory at nineteen standard—caught, like an insect in amber; the sticky opulence of youth having hardened around the memory. (That strange fervid night, the heat oppressive in the way it was sometimes on Corellia. Too many drinks too sweet on Lando’s tongue, and Han’s tongue, and Lando laughing, mouthing that smooth throat when Han said, Come on, come on, take me with you, let’s leave this dirtball behind and go, I want to be out there, among the worlds.

Later, Lando found out that Corellians called those hot, sticky nights wandering weather.)

His mouth knows a mouth from ten years ago and his hands have memorized taut ten-years-ago skin, and the phantom weight, warmth—that belongs to a Han who doesn’t exist, hasn’t existed since long before Cloud City, or Lando found himself charting a course for the nearest Rebellion base, Luke Skywalker clutching at his hacked-off wrist and making little choked noises that Lando can hear even from the cockpit. 

Lando’s Han is forever nineteen and beautiful, that stolen boy. But Lando’s not that swaggering young man who stole him anymore. “At least the chaos he brings with him is the same,” he sighs, and the wookiee—he’s new, like half the karking controls, what has Han been doing to this ship—makes a gargled hacking noise that Lando suspects is laughter.

Lando spends the next two years longing for Cloud City like it’s water, or air, or artificial gravity, protein packs. He almost doesn’t notice Han asking if he’s thought about them in all these years.

“No,” Lando says, because he’s always had a soft touch when it comes to this moofmilker, and he thinks it would be cruel to say, I was busy.

Alice Meichi Li illustrates Jin Montclare.

Dr. Jin Montclare is busy performing dare-we-say revolutionary research in how Mother Nature can be improved upon. She specializes in the engineering of artificial proteins that will target everything from tissue regeneration and drug delivery to disorders that plague this terribly fragile mortal coil of ours.

Montclare holds a PhD in bioorganic chemistry from Yale and currently heads up the Montclare Lab for protein engineering & molecular design and serves as an associate professor at New York University’s Polytechnic School of Engineering.

Oh, and she is also applying her prowess to pedagogy, helping to design and develop (alongside her research team) a series of interactive chemistry apps for students K-12.