Okay. So now you know why I started the carnivore diet. The fear. The crash. The grief. The medical mystery that turned out to be FNS. And the quiet, desperate decision to try something extreme.
But what happened next?
Here it is: I felt better.
Not in a vague, “I-have-more-energy” kind of way.
But better in a way that felt like someone had turned my body back on.
I stopped waking up stiff, puffy, foggy.
My hearing returned. Slowly.
My brain stopped running like a browser with 37 tabs open.
My energy wasn’t spiking and crashing, it was steady, grounded.
Like I could trust my body again.
Like I wasn’t walking on the edge of something scary anymore.
I felt like I got a “no fear” filter installed.
My empathy shifted. My emotions became stable, not numb, but calm.
It almost felt like I didn’t feel anything… but in a weirdly good way.
I didn’t expect it to work this well.
Honestly, I was just hoping to survive the spiral.
But instead, I started to rebuild.
Food Became Simple
I ate meat. Eggs. Butter. Fish. Bone broth.
Repeat.
And somehow, that simplicity gave me freedom , not just in time, but in headspace.
I wasn’t obsessing over food all the time.
I wasn’t panicking after a bite of bread or feeling guilty over a glass of wine.
I just… ate. Nourished. Moved on.
And yes, I had withdrawals.
Sugar cravings are a b*tch.
Carbs flirt with you from every bakery window and don’t forget the smell of fresh baked bread… so good!
But once the fog cleared?
It was like stepping into a different body.
One that worked.
One I could trust again.
The Mental Shift Was Bigger Than the Physical One
This wasn’t just about food.
It was about taking my power back.
About finally choosing something radical, for me.
Not because a doctor said so.
Not because it was trending.
But because my body was waving a white flag, and I finally listened.
I started trusting myself again.
I began saying no more easily.
I rested more.
I stopped trying to please everyone. Well… I never really did that anyway…
I let go of the old “soccer wife” version of me.
I started building something new, a version rooted in strength, intuition, and a whole lot of steak.
The Reactions? Predictable.
“Oh, so you just eat meat now?”
“Isn’t that like… dangerous?”
“But where do you get your fiber and vitamins??”
Let me tell you, nothing teaches you boundaries faster than trying to explain to someone, over their green smoothie, that yes, you’re eating ribeyes for breakfast and no, you haven’t died yet.
But here’s the thing: I don’t feel the need to convince anyone.
I still don’t.
This isn’t about converting people to the carnivore lifestyle.
It’s about giving yourself permission to do what works for you,
even if it looks crazy from the outside.
Especially if it’s saving your life from the inside.
Coming up next: What I eat in a day (and no, it’s not just steak… okay, who am I kidding, maybe a lot of steak).
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.
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