5 Things I Wish I Knew Before Going Carnivore

1. It’s not just meat, it’s magic (plus minerals).

I thought carnivore would be simple: buy steak, eat steak, become steak.
But spoiler: your body actually needs salt, fat, and electrolytes to thrive. I learned (the hard way) that if you don’t add enough of the good stuff, you’ll feel like a deflated balloon yelling at your kids over nothing. Now? My fridge is full of tallow, bone broth, and vibes.          

2. Your emotions go from telenovela to TED Talk.

This one is wild. I used to feel everything, highs, lows, sugar crashes, brain fog, decision fatigue by 11 a.m.
Now? I’m stable. Calm. Like I swallowed a mindfulness app.

The biggest win for me wasn’t weight loss or clear skin.
It was emotional stability.

I feel grounded. Present. Even… unshakeable.

And when people ask how I got this glow?
“Slakkenslijm and Tallow,” I say with a wink.
(It’s my secret weapon. No Botox. Just snails, Tallow and steak, baby.

3. Cravings become background noise.

Sure, I’ve had moments, like the time I ate birthday cake with my colleague and felt so high from the sugar I basically turned into a Pixar character.
She laughed and said, “Thank God the boss isn’t here.”
After the crash (and the headache), I realized: the cake was fun… until it wasn’t.
Now I know better. The thrill of a sugar rush is not worth the inflammation hangover.
Balance is everything and I’ve gotten way better at choosing me over momentary madness.

4. You start choosing what truly nourishes you.

Sometimes I still grab the wrong thing a quick bite at work, something “easy” on a stressful day. And guess what? My body tells me right away.
Bloating. Brain fog. Mood dip aaaaand diarrhea

That used to feel like failure. Now? It’s just feedback.
So yes, sometimes I choose not to eat instead, not because I’m punishing myself, but because I’d rather wait for food that actually fuels me.

I’m not obsessed with perfection. I’m obsessed with how good better feels.

5. You stop apologizing for thriving.

I used to explain, justify, over-explain.
Now? I just smile.
Yes, I eat meat. No, I don’t eat plants.
Yes, I glow. No, I don’t need your opinion (unless you’re a snail, then, thank you for your service).

And if someone feels inspired by my energy? Amazing. If not? That’s okay too.
This lifestyle isn’t a cult (though I am waiting for my ribeye robe and tallow-scented candle).
It’s just the thing that brought me back to myself. And that? Is always worth talking about.