Why I Can’t Trust Feeling Good on Carnivore

I have a confession.

I’m doing great on carnivore. Like… annoyingly great.

No bloating.
No stomach drama.
No random “why do I feel like a balloon filled with regret?” moments.

Just… peace.

And somehow, that’s exactly the problem.

Because every now and then, I find myself staring at something forbidden.

A piece of chocolate.
A warm sausage roll.
Something flaky, comforting, suspiciously delicious.

And my brain goes: What if?

Not even in a rebellious way. More like… scientific curiosity.
Like I’m some kind of highly unqualified researcher in the field of Bad Decisions & Consequences.

So I eat it.

And every single time… every. single. time…. my body responds with:
“Ah, I see you’ve chosen chaos today.”

My stomach gets weird.
My energy dips.
My intestines start writing a protest letter.

And I sit there thinking: why do I keep doing this?

The Weird Part No One Talks About (Not Even in My “Cult Group”)

Here’s the strange part.

When I eat carnivore, I feel… nothing.

Not in a bad way. In a too good way.

No discomfort.
No noise.
No signals.

It’s like my body is on airplane mode.

And emotionally? Also… suspiciously stable.

I’m always in a good mood.
Calm. Steady. Friendly. Slightly too cheerful, even.

No real highs.
But also no lows.
Just one straight, uninterrupted line.

So Naturally… I Start Distrusting It

Because apparently, when things go well for too long, my brain goes:

This feels illegal.

I start wondering:

Am I supposed to feel more?
Is this normal?
Why is everyone else riding emotional rollercoasters while I’m just… cruising?

And then comes the brilliant idea:

Maybe I should eat something that will definitely mess me up.

You know. For balance.

The Experiment (That Keeps Repeating Itself)

So I take a bite.

And for a brief moment, it’s glorious.

Chocolate tastes like happiness.
A sausage roll tastes like childhood, comfort, and questionable life choices wrapped in pastry.

And then…

Boom.

My body goes:
“We’ve been over this.”

And I remember.

Oh right. This is exactly why I stopped.

Am I Testing Myself… or Missing the Chaos?

At this point, I genuinely wonder:

Am I pushing my limits?
Testing how far I can go?

Or…

Do I just not trust feeling this good all the time?

Because let’s be honest, most of us are used to something being off.

A headache.
A bloated stomach.
Mood swings.
Energy crashes.

When all of that disappears, it almost feels like something’s missing.

Which is… completely ridiculous.

And yet, here we are.

The Most Bizarre Realization

I don’t think I miss chocolate.

I think I just don’t fully trust
feeling this good yet.

And until I do…

there’s a non-zero chance I’ll keep running completely unnecessary experiments.

For science, obviously.