You may or may not have noticed that I’ve been a little quiet up in here lately so for that, I first want to apologise. Sorry for not spamming my Instagram with high-def close-ups of my mum’s roast potatoes every single Sunday.

My excuse?

Well, my friends, you ain’t gonna like it because little old Hungry Harriet here has only gone and (re)joined the gym bore brigade. It’s true – the girl that once ate a full Chicken Tikka Masala for breakfast is making a conscious effort to… dare I say it…

…cut back a bit.

The sad fact of the matter is, I sincerely doubt the correlation between not being able to get my favourite baby pink cigarette pants over my ass anymore and starting up this food blog is pure coincidence.

For that reason, I’ve decided to clean up my act a little bit on the food front and make exercise a more regular feature in my sloth-like life.

Part of my quest to be in better shape both mentally and physically is upping my protein intake. For someone who wants to lose fat and gain some guns at the same time, protein is paramount.

In fact, according to my macro calculations, I should be eating around 140-150g of the stuff. For somebody who is also simultaneously trying to reduce the amount of animal products (meat, dairy) she’s consuming, this was (and still is) proving quite the challenge.

One of my biggest heroes thus far has to be the unsung RX Bar.

I discovered RX protein bars on a friends Instagram a while ago and was instantly attracted to its minimal branding and clean-cut typography. I guess that must be the marketing geek in me.

What also caught my eye though was the simple-but-effective strapline which boldly claims ‘NO B.S.’

For the benefit of anybody without a mind in the gutter, this is an acronym for ‘No Bullshit’.

Over the years, I’ve scoffed down many an off-the-shelf protein bar but there was always a niggle in the back of my noggin though which couldn’t quite get past the sugar content, emulsifiers, glycerol and plethora of other ingredients I couldn’t even pronounce.

To shove them all under one umbrella: Bullshit.

So, I bit the bullet and parted with £24 hard-earned English pounds via the RX UK website and ordered myself a 12-box of the Chocolate Sea Salt  RX bars.

They arrived but 48 hours later, perfectly packaged and complete with a miniature box stuffed with 3 extra bars in different flavours. Three complimentary bars! I mean, you can’t grumble at that.

I was also pretty bloody chuffed to see that the ingredients on the back where, as promised, nothing but egg whites, nuts and dates. Super simple, super clean. Brilliant.

Packing a decent 12g of natural protein and 15g of carbs, these babies were fast elevated to my pre/post-gym and elevenses snack of choice. The even better news?

One bar contains less than 2g of fat, around 200 calories and more than 5g of fibre making them the ideal little addition to your own health kick or fitness journey.

But how did the taste test go?

Well, very well indeed. They’re a pretty solid consistency and do take quite a bit of chewing so they aren’t for the feeble nibbler. However, they’re natural in flavour and substantial enough to keep you full for a couple of hours.

So natural, in fact, you do find the odd seed or pip in your teeth afterwards which yes, is a bit gross but a true testament to RX’s conviction to the NO B.S. cause.

I have since tried the Peanut Butter, Blueberry and Chocolate Coconut RX Bar flavours too and can confirm that the Chocolate Sea Salt with its chunky chocolate chips and scattering of sea salt is my current favourite.

That said, I am currently shoveling a Peanut Butter one down my mush in a bid to pull myself through to lunchtime and thoroughly enjoying it’s chewy, salty, nutty goodness so it’s fair to say I’d definitely give that one a double thumbs-up too.

…and on that note (and nearly 1,000 words later) I’m off to put the kettle on and enjoy the rest of this bar, safe in the knowledge I’m scoffing down a whole lotta goodness. Thanks, RX!

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I was very kindly sent some RX Bars to review but all words, photographs, opinions, teeth, hair, boobs and nails are my very own.