I started carnivore in my 40s, smeared everything from beef tallow to snail slime on my face, got side-eyed by Debbie and warned by Karen… and somehow ended up looking younger anyway.
Known as the wife of… remembered for everything after.
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 [...]
Karen doesn’t ask questions. Karen researches. By the time she joins the conversation, she already knows more than you, not because she looked deeply, but because she looked confidently. Four minutes of Googling later, she’s certain your arteries are about to “slip,” and somehow, that feels more alarming than the fact that everyone around her feels terrible all the time.