It is New Year's Eve and the gym looms ahead like a gleaming chrome beast, shimmering in the greasy twilight of another warped and godless year.
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It’s the annual migration of the resolution junkies—fresh from their eggnog stupors and sugar-cookie benders—hell-bent on absolving their holiday sins through sweat and steel.

The bench press will be swarming with these wide-eyed zealots, buzzing around the iron like flies on roadkill.
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Meanwhile, the pec deck will host a new tribe of gym-bros, perched there like taxidermied bears—motionless and soulless, save for the occasional blink to confirm they're still alive. If they didn’t, I'd be duty-bound to call 911.

The air reeks of desperation and pre-workout powder, a pungent cocktail that lingers like the stench of bad decisions.

...But fear not, my friends, for by day 13, the natural order will reassert itself. These tender-footed pretenders will vanish into the night like some tragic gym mirage, leaving the true degenerates—the iron-hearted, caffeine-fueled bastards like you and me—to reclaim our steel dominion.

You’re in too deep to quit now.

Your veins pulse with creatine and unquestionable amounts of caffeine; your mind has been forged in the fiery monotony of the grind.

Which brings us to the crux of this saga—the brutal truth about protei; hitting 0.7 to 1 gram of protein per pound of body weight is a task for the truly committed—a full-time job involving Tupperware armies and the unholy alchemy of chicken breast.

Technology helps, sure, but most protein bars?

Do the 2 bar test and see if you can avoid the Wilfred Brimely two-step in 60 minutes.

I rest my case.

Oh, they’re convenient—toss ‘em in your bag, stash ‘em in your glove box—but taste? At best, passable. At worst, a surefire way to ignite gastrointestinal warfare.

That was my belief—until I encountered David Protein Bars.

These things defied every expectation.

Nearly 30 grams of protein per bar, and they tasted amazing—none of the weird aftertaste, none of the mystery chemicals that cause your guts to revolt.

Even my parents, lifelong protein bar skeptics, were converted.

My sister? She ordered a crate.

One of my clients handed them out as wedding favors. Wedding favors, I tell you!

Now, let’s be clear—these aren’t a replacement for real food. No protein bar should be. But as a high-protein snack during crunch time? They’re unmatched. A revelation.

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You’ll find a link above—yes, it’s an affiliate link, and yes, I make a few paltry shekels if you buy through it.

..But trust me, every dime just goes back into stockpiling these little miracles. I’d never peddle something I hadn’t personally put through the grinder and come out impressed.

Give ‘em a shot.

Let me know what you think.

Or don’t.

Either way, I’ll be here, back in the trenches, feasting on protein and dreaming of the next rep.

Much love and protein,

Dr Mike

P.P.S. I need more David bars. We can't stop here – this is gainZ country! hahah

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Mike T Nelson CISSN, CSCS, MSME, PhD
Associate Professor, Carrick Institute
Owner, Extreme Human Performance, LLC
Editorial Board Member, STRONG Fitness Mag

Mike T Nelson is a PhD and not a physician or registered dietitian. The contents of this email should not be taken as medical advice. It is not intended to diagnose, treat, cure, or prevent any health problem - nor is it intended to replace the advice of a physician. Always consult your physician or qualified health professional on any matters regarding your health.

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