Known as the wife of… remembered for everything after.
Known as the wife of… remembered for everything after. Hi, I'm Laura. You might know me as the wife of a professional footballer, but this story isn’t just about the man behind the jersey. It’s about the woman beside it. After years of living and learning abroad, juggling life as a mother, partner, and working [...]
Debbie has concerns. Debbie always does. And honestly? I get it. Because if you Google “carnivore diet” in the Netherlands, according to the experts, you’ll be dead by Friday.
Karen doesn’t ask questions. Karen researches. By the time she joins the conversation, she already knows more than you, not because she looked deeply, but because she looked confidently. Four minutes of Googling later, she’s certain your arteries are about to “slip,” and somehow, that feels more alarming than the fact that everyone around her feels terrible all the time.
Discipline is boring, and that’s exactly why it works. A short reflection on carnivore, consistency, and not renegotiating with yourself every morning.
A polite meditation on listening, nodding, and not saying the thing you’re definitely thinking, while everyone around you feels awful, drinks green juice, and calls it normal.
Thought going carnivore was just steak and chill? Think again. I turned into a sugar-high Pixar character, nearly became a salmon, and now glow from snail slime and tallow. Here’s what I wish I knew before I joined the meat cult (minus the robes… for now)
As the only full-blown carnivore in a house of carb enthusiasts, Thanksgiving is not exactly my Super Bowl. It’s more like a really polite hostage situation where the captors wear matching aprons and offer you “just a taste” of everything that could possibly spike your insulin and your anxiety.
The Woman Behind the Jersey 