I woke up early, craving a simple cup of coffee, but what I got was a raw milk nightmare. The curdled blobs of fat on top made me question the sanity of drinking unpasteurized milk. My attempts at sipping it were met with an oily film that settled on my tongue, leaving a bitter taste in its wake. Needless to say, I couldn't stomach more than a few sips.
Moving on from the raw milk debacle, I headed into the clinic for an LED light therapy treatment, touted as a "magic bullet" for anti-aging. Ingrid Raphael, the aesthetician administering the treatment, claimed it was unparalleled in its capability to combat aging. As the soft heat of the lights enveloped my face, I felt myself drifting off into a beachy reverie. When the treatment ended, I left the clinic feeling invigorated and impressed.
Next up was dinner - a massive 770g tomahawk steak that promised to give me the energy to sprint out onto the local football pitch. With flaky salt as my trusty sidekick, I tossed the steak on the grill and waited for it to cook. The result was nothing short of spectacular. I devoured four or five bites before feeling slightly lightheaded - the raw milk from earlier had clearly taken its toll.
The verdict? Eating Erling Haaland's daily routine isn't as straightforward as it seems. While the LED light therapy treatment showed promise, the raw milk proved to be a one-way ticket to disaster. And while the tomahawk steak was a highlight of my day, I couldn't shake off the feeling that the real secret to Haaland's success lay elsewhere - in the gym, on the pitch, and perhaps even behind closed doors.
As I sat there, fork in hand, staring down at the remains of my dinner, I couldn't help but wonder if this was all just a publicity stunt. Was Erling Haaland really eating like an NFL player, or was it all just a clever ruse to get attention? One thing's for sure - I won't be trading in my morning coffee for raw milk anytime soon.
The day drew to a close with me feeling slightly dizzy and utterly defeated. Eating like a football superstar isn't all it's cracked up to be, especially when the going gets tough. Maybe Erling Haaland is onto something here, but as far as I'm concerned, this is one routine I'll be sticking to my regular old coffee - thank you very much.
As for the cuddly toy that Haaland credits with his success? Sorry buddy, it's been left at home this time around.
Moving on from the raw milk debacle, I headed into the clinic for an LED light therapy treatment, touted as a "magic bullet" for anti-aging. Ingrid Raphael, the aesthetician administering the treatment, claimed it was unparalleled in its capability to combat aging. As the soft heat of the lights enveloped my face, I felt myself drifting off into a beachy reverie. When the treatment ended, I left the clinic feeling invigorated and impressed.
Next up was dinner - a massive 770g tomahawk steak that promised to give me the energy to sprint out onto the local football pitch. With flaky salt as my trusty sidekick, I tossed the steak on the grill and waited for it to cook. The result was nothing short of spectacular. I devoured four or five bites before feeling slightly lightheaded - the raw milk from earlier had clearly taken its toll.
The verdict? Eating Erling Haaland's daily routine isn't as straightforward as it seems. While the LED light therapy treatment showed promise, the raw milk proved to be a one-way ticket to disaster. And while the tomahawk steak was a highlight of my day, I couldn't shake off the feeling that the real secret to Haaland's success lay elsewhere - in the gym, on the pitch, and perhaps even behind closed doors.
As I sat there, fork in hand, staring down at the remains of my dinner, I couldn't help but wonder if this was all just a publicity stunt. Was Erling Haaland really eating like an NFL player, or was it all just a clever ruse to get attention? One thing's for sure - I won't be trading in my morning coffee for raw milk anytime soon.
The day drew to a close with me feeling slightly dizzy and utterly defeated. Eating like a football superstar isn't all it's cracked up to be, especially when the going gets tough. Maybe Erling Haaland is onto something here, but as far as I'm concerned, this is one routine I'll be sticking to my regular old coffee - thank you very much.
As for the cuddly toy that Haaland credits with his success? Sorry buddy, it's been left at home this time around.