You probably aren’t ready for this.
But you’re gonna get it anyway.
I was sitting here doing my writing warm-up — looking for the thread I’d pull to create the day’s masterpiece — when I got a text from my 14-year old nephew.
“What was in your tuna shakes?”
He started lifting a little more than a year ago, and he’s made incredible gains in a relatively short period of time.
So much so that there’s a chance he could get bigger and stronger than I am. This terrifying possibility has become my best motivation at the gym.
His mother — my sister — must have told him about one of the more extreme things I did as a 22 year old in pursuit of being as big and strong as humanly possible.
Tuna shakes.
It’s worse than it sounds.
Here’s the recipe:
Put two cans of tuna in a blender. Fill the rest with orange juice. Blend. Drink very quickly.
Why the hell would I do this?
Each can of tuna contains 43 grams of protein.
It was my first post-workout meal after a good ‘ol fashioned whey shake.
If you’re still reading, you might be wondering how it tasted.
Actually, not as bad as you might think.
OJ is a surprisingly effective masking agent.
The problem was less the taste and more the texture.
Imagine thick, salmon-colored orange juice, and you’re close.
After particularly hard training sessions (3-4 hours of strongman exercises) — I’d drink a tuna shake, then eat a frozen California Pizza Kitchen pizza. On more than one occasion, I followed it up with one or two Chipotle burritos.
Savage.
If I had to guess, I’d say it amounted to about 5,000 calories.
It did what it was supposed to do:
Whatever it takes, babycakes.
Good God that sounds awful!! 😩 Savage!👊🏻