Grrl Power #1452 – Meat ugly
Honestly if Sydney had gotten an 11-alarm Indian dish like atomic lamb korma, her body might not have even noticed the meat. I like a little spice when I get Indian, or a little heat on my Thai Fried Rice or Pad See Ew, but honestly, it’s easy to cross a point where the heat gets to the point where you can’t really tell what you’re eating. Is it lamb korma or chicken korma? There’s usually a slight texture difference, but if the flavor is so overwhelming, that gets to be the only difference.
I’m sure there are tales of de-vegetarianizing out there. It’s probably best if done gradually. Sydney will have it relatively easy since fish and eggs and cheese are still a part of her diet. I imagine a vegan diving straight into a juicy burger would experience maximum distress. I’ve been on various diets in my life, including some very low fat ones, and I can tell you, 4-6 weeks of low fat followed by a cheat day starting with a big plate of bacon leads to… well, not-half-measures on the toilet.
Personally my favorite “diet” was busting my ass in the gym during my thirties, but I’ve fucked up my shoulders badly enough now that I can’t do about half the exercises I used to. I miss military press. :/
Finally, here we go! I took the suggestion that I just use an existing panel for a starting point, thinking it would save time… I guess it technically did, but a 5 character vote incentive just isn’t the way to go.
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Sidney made a mis-steak playing a high steak game.
You really gonna steak it all on these puns?
That’s OK, if it doesn’t work out, it’ll be a PRIME opportunity for some good RIBbing…
How about Cloneibalism? You clone some of your own organs, then eat them.
‘You eat one lousy foot and they call you a cannibal. What a world!’
In a comic book universe, that can have some repercussions. Others might do it, but Sidney is too savvy to even attempt that.
Love how the orb tracks are rotating.
Hearing you with the shoulder. I slipped on a wet walkway several months ago while dressed for a funeral and carrying a plate of food for the family of the deceased. Through some amazing body contortions I managed to both save the food and escape with only a small spot of mud on my slacks. Fortunately for everyone else, it happened in front of a doorbell camera so everyone got to laugh at me “break dancing”. Unfortunately for me, I sprained my left wrist and did something to my right shoulder during the process. Also unfortunately I’m too old and both are taking forever to heal. Military press is a no-go right now.
Sorry Dave, but your body will definitely notice when you make a radical change in diet, no matter what your mouth notices. It is, of course, different for everyone.
Gut bacteria revolting is a thing. To be fair though, the head Sydney is about to demolish has endured far more potent emissions fromher Grakz binge in #686
Heck it doesn’t even have to be due to gut bacteria not cooperating. If your body isn’t properly regulating bile production, changes in diet composition can lead one to becoming, ahem, a “Salad Shooter”.
Sydney is missing enzymes to process meat. Her stomach simply can’t process meat. No amount of spices will fix this. She needs an enzymes transfusion. Hopefully, space meds can do this in a less gross way that what we can do now on Earth.
Or she uses the method human babies use and kisses Frix.
The gut flora used to process all kinds of things including meat is inherited from parents through bodily contact.
I’m assuming here human bodies can maintain woof gut flora otherwise she might need assistance from Dabbler(she has sufficient access to human gut flora) or medical help.
Maybe she got a little of Maxima’s mercury.
When I was at college, a bunch of us went out for pizza. I’d ordered one with chili on it – which, to my mind, meant that there were bits of chili sprinkled on the top.
Nope.
Whole strips of fresh chili, to the extent the pizza looked mostly green.
I don’t mind a bit of spice, but I much prefer flavour. As it was, I was gagging because I couldn’t get the damn thing down my neck.
What I’m saying is that Sydney has essentially duplicated my mad dash to the toilet…
There is just something hilarious about a huge guy daintily holding a small cup.
Ah shame she went for the steak. Not saying it’s hot or good, but my mudbug boil has enough heat and flavor to make an East Tejas bayou living boy cry from joy and because the steam hits harder than weapons grade pepper spray. (Free hint, never stick ones face into the steam coming from the pot. Seriously DON’T!)