15 What the Health… Did I Just Watch?

Confused, carnivore, and slightly horrified.

So… I watched ‘What the Health’. Yes… That documentary (Netflix).

The one that basically says:
Meat = disease.
Plants = salvation.

And everyone in a white coat is either confused, sponsored, or suspiciously silent.

I watched it with a very mixed feeling.
Like… do I throw away my steak or hug it tighter?

On one hand? The way animals were shown being treated in parts of the meat industry was heartbreaking. Genuinely. I wasn’t even sarcastic about it. I sat there thinking:

Please tell me this is a very American situation. Please tell me Europe has stricter rules. Please tell me my butcher is not secretly running a horror movie behind the scenes. Because here’s the thing: I eat meat for my health. But I don’t want suffering on my plate. I want nourishment, not guilt with a side of trauma.

I buy my meat from farms where animals are treated well. At least… that’s what I believe. The labels say “grass-fed,” “free-range,” “happy cow vibes.” But after this documentary? I’m no longer blindly trusting packaging with a cartoon farm and a smiling chicken. Now I’m researching. Asking questions. Probably becoming slightly annoying at the butcher counter.

“Excuse me sir, but how emotionally stable was this cow?”

Because if I’m going to live on animal products , and I mean live on them, I want to do it consciously. Not casually. Not blindly. And definitely not while being emotionally blackmailed by Netflix. But Here’s Where It Gets Interesting. While watching, I kept thinking: Everything they say about plant-based benefits… I experience on meat.

Clear mind.
Stable energy.
No inflammation.
Emotional balance.
Strong body.

It’s like we’re reading the same brochure, just standing in different grocery aisles. Vegans in the documentary eat plants for their health. I eat animals for mine. So the real question becomes:

Is it about truth… or about belief?

One thing that really made my eyebrow twitch? The sponsorship talk. Health organizations funded by food industries. Big money backing “official” guidelines. Conflicting advice depending on who’s writing the check. And suddenly I’m sitting there like… Wait.
So the people telling me what’s “healthy” are sponsored by the same companies selling the cereal?

Cool. Cool cool cool.

At some point you realize, this isn’t just about health. It’s about industry. Power. Narrative.
And a whole lot of marketing dressed up as science. It’s a game. Confuse the public just enough. Scare them just enough. Then sell them the solution.

“Low-fat is the future!”
“Actually no, fat is back.”
“Carbs are life!”
“Wait no, carbs are death.”
“Plant-based!”
“Keto!”
“Mediterranean!”
“Detox!”
“Reset!”
“Reboot your gut in 7 days while manifesting abundance!”

Meanwhile… the supermarket just keeps expanding. There’s a protein bar for your mood. A yogurt for your hormones. A cereal that “supports heart health” while being 40% sugar. And a plant-based burger with 27 ingredients that needs a chemistry degree to pronounce. But sure. Tell me my steak is the problem.

Any Diet Works… If You Actually Follow It

Here’s my controversial take:

Most diets “work”,  if you actually follow them. You remove processed junk. You become intentional. You stop mindlessly snacking. You pay attention. Of course you feel better.

The real problem isn’t usually whether it’s broccoli or beef. It’s that we know what an inappropriate diet looks like, ultra-processed, sugar-loaded, chemical circus food. But we don’t agree on what the proper human diet is.

Because maybe… there isn’t one universal answer. Every body is different. My body thrives on animal products. Emotionally stable. Mentally clear. Physically strong.

So… What Do I Believe?

I believe in personal responsibility.
I believe in asking hard questions.
I believe in sourcing food as ethically as possible.
I believe corruption exists in all industries, plant and animal alike.
And I believe…

Your body tells you the truth faster than any documentary.

I eat only animal products. Nothing added. No plants. No grains. No sides. Not because I hate vegetables. Not because I’m rebelling. Not because I watched a different documentary. But because this is what brought me back to life. And until something proves, in my own lived experience, that it no longer works? I’ll keep eating steak. Consciously. Critically.

And yes… occasionally while watching documentaries that try to scare me.