1 – How I Ended Up Living on Steak and eggs (and Loving It)

I finally made the switch from omnivore to full-time carnivore. Since April 2024, I can confidently say: I’ve officially boarded the all-meat/fish train and am thoroughly enjoying endless servings of steak, salmon, eggs, chicken and burgers.

But how did I end up here? Spoiler alert: it’s not just because I love a good steak.

I woke up with a body that felt strange, almost paralyzed. I thought, “Take a paracetamol and get on with the day, probably just a flu.” But a few hours later, a doctor told me I was showing all the symptoms of MS (Multiple Sclerosis): A chronic disease of the nervous system that progressively worsens over time.

I still remember the moment I heard the words: “There’s a chance you might have MS.” It felt like the air was sucked out of the room. As a young mother, hearing that your body might slowly stop cooperating with you, that your muscles could weaken, that your independence could fade, was terrifying.

From that moment on, I spiraled into weeks of obsessive research. I read every study, every blog, every medical journal I could get my hands on. My nights were sleepless, my days consumed by scrolling, reading, searching for something, anything, that could offer hope.

Time and time again, I landed on the same conclusion: the carnivore diet. No matter which path I followed, no matter what rabbit hole I went down, I kept finding stories of people who had managed their symptoms or even reversed progression with this radical dietary change. It felt extreme. But MS is extreme. And so was my fear.

The fear was real, raw, and constant. I had watched this disease before, my grandfather suffered from MS. I saw what it did to him, how it slowly stripped him of everything. It wasn’t just a diagnosis; it was a long, painful goodbye.

And suddenly, it wasn’t just about me. It was about my children, my family, the life I had built and dreamed of. I couldn’t just sit still and wait. I had to do something.

So I made a decision, one that felt completely against the grain of everything I had ever known.

I didn’t know if it would work.
I didn’t even know if it was safe.
But I knew I had to try.

What happened next shocked even me.

More in my next post…

P.S. Just a friendly note: this blog isn’t anti-plant, anti-vegan, or anti-anything. It’s simply *my* story, one rooted in health, healing, and a whole lot of ribeye. So if you’re reading this with a raised eyebrow and a kale smoothie in hand… relax. I support you, too.