I was handed a 770g tomahawk steak to devour in one go and I had to admit, my stomach was already protesting at the thought. The meat was cooked to perfection - rare, juicy and tender, but somehow, even this couldn't lift the weight of guilt that sat on my shoulders as I devoured it.
The main culprit behind this guilt? A glass of raw milk I'd downed earlier in the day, feeling rather optimistic about its supposed health benefits. Now, I was regretting it. The taste was unpleasantly sour and oily, but at least the stomach pain would be a manageable complaint - raw milk was going to have to go.
The real challenge had only just begun. Next up: the 10-minute grill session that I'd been dreading since opening the door on my kitchen stove. It felt like a marathon running up a hill when all I wanted to do was sprint back down, but for now I was stuck with the fiery heat of the steak and nothing to counteract it but a rather suspect bottle of flaky salt.
I took a bite. Four or five bites later, I'd had enough and my stomach started to protest loudly - the consequences of downing that glass of raw milk were all too clear. Tomahawk steaks are notorious for their size, and I was no exception. It took 10 minutes to devour it but eating such an enormous meal would still leave me with a nagging feeling in my belly.
It turned out being like Haaland wasn't going as smoothly as I'd hoped. After every bite of that steak, I could feel the guilt and regret creeping back up again - after all, how was I supposed to sprint across the football pitch when I'd just eaten such an enormous meal?
While trying to shake off this feeling, it hit me - even Erling Haaland must have days when his diet and exercise regimen seemed less than ideal. Raw milk and a 770g steak were more likely to land him on the couch than in the gym.
It was time for a drink, something that might help alleviate some of the guilt I was feeling. But as it turned out, the raw milk had one last trick up its sleeve - my stomach churned with discomfort, protesting at every sip.
The main culprit behind this guilt? A glass of raw milk I'd downed earlier in the day, feeling rather optimistic about its supposed health benefits. Now, I was regretting it. The taste was unpleasantly sour and oily, but at least the stomach pain would be a manageable complaint - raw milk was going to have to go.
The real challenge had only just begun. Next up: the 10-minute grill session that I'd been dreading since opening the door on my kitchen stove. It felt like a marathon running up a hill when all I wanted to do was sprint back down, but for now I was stuck with the fiery heat of the steak and nothing to counteract it but a rather suspect bottle of flaky salt.
I took a bite. Four or five bites later, I'd had enough and my stomach started to protest loudly - the consequences of downing that glass of raw milk were all too clear. Tomahawk steaks are notorious for their size, and I was no exception. It took 10 minutes to devour it but eating such an enormous meal would still leave me with a nagging feeling in my belly.
It turned out being like Haaland wasn't going as smoothly as I'd hoped. After every bite of that steak, I could feel the guilt and regret creeping back up again - after all, how was I supposed to sprint across the football pitch when I'd just eaten such an enormous meal?
While trying to shake off this feeling, it hit me - even Erling Haaland must have days when his diet and exercise regimen seemed less than ideal. Raw milk and a 770g steak were more likely to land him on the couch than in the gym.
It was time for a drink, something that might help alleviate some of the guilt I was feeling. But as it turned out, the raw milk had one last trick up its sleeve - my stomach churned with discomfort, protesting at every sip.
Oh man, this dude is totally illustrating the lesson about listening to your body, you feel? He's like, so confident in his raw milk choice and then BAM! His stomach is all "Nah, we're good" 
And then he tries to power through with a massive steak... it's like trying to cram too much into one day - your energy levels are just going to crash later on. And you can't even blame the steak for his problems when really it's just him not respecting his own limits 
Guess that glass of raw milk was just a red flag 
, warning him to slow down and tune in to what his body is telling him... trust your gut, fam! 
It's funny how our bodies can turn on us like that, isn't it? I mean, even Erling Haaland wouldn't be able to handle a meal like that without paying the price. Maybe next time, stick to a smaller portion size and save the raw milk for when you really need it 
like wut was i thinking?! 
i mean i know its delicious but come on, my stomach is complaining like crazy 
maybe some ginger ale or ginger beer to calm the beast down? 
And raw milk on top of that? no thanks! my stomach is literally protesting just reading this article 
. but i love how the author compared eating that massive meal to Haaland having off days in football - lowkey relatable for me when i eat too much pasta and then have to run a 5k 
. If you're really worried about gettin a stomachache, just drink some water or somethin. All this fuss over raw milk and guilt trippin over one meal? It sounds like a bunch of hooey to me 
. And what's with the Haaland comparison? Dude eats 10x more calories than you do in one sitting and you're comparin him to your own stomach issues? Come on, man! 
instead of flaky salt lolol u just added more fat to the problem 
. And ugh, raw milk can be so gross when it's not good quality... no wonder you're feeling regretful about that glass 
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just thinkin bout it is makin me wanna stick to smoothies or somethin 
Oh man, sounds like you're having a rough day, not just about food but also football (I'm assuming that's what Haaland is?). 
I totally get how the guilt and regret can build up after making those choices... eating a massive steak isn't easy on the stomach either 
Maybe this is just one of those days where your body needs a little extra TLC? 
Do you think you'll try that drink again or give your stomach some rest?
Nowadays, with all the fancy health benefits touted about raw milk, people are just drinking it straight out of the bottle... nope, not for me! I'll stick to my regular old cow's milk, thanks 
. And don't even get me started on big meals like that tomahawk steak... I recall having huge Sunday roasts with my family when I was a kid, it was always a feast, but never something you'd eat in one go 
️ idk if i'd be able to eat something so massive in one go either... maybe stick to smaller portions or take breaks or smthn 
the guilt and regret after eating something so big is real tho but u know what? even the best athletes have off days just like us