A polite meditation on listening, nodding, and not saying the thing you’re definitely thinking, while everyone around you feels awful, drinks green juice, and calls it normal.
Thought going carnivore was just steak and chill? Think again. I turned into a sugar-high Pixar character, nearly became a salmon, and now glow from snail slime and tallow. Here’s what I wish I knew before I joined the meat cult (minus the robes… for now)
As the only full-blown carnivore in a house of carb enthusiasts, Thanksgiving is not exactly my Super Bowl. It’s more like a really polite hostage situation where the captors wear matching aprons and offer you “just a taste” of everything that could possibly spike your insulin and your anxiety.
After four days of eating salmon in every form imaginable, I started questioning my life choices. Was it bad fish… or was I slowly turning into a magnetic field from mercury overload?
Thought one bite of cake couldn’t hurt? I was high as a kite and my gut filed a complaint. Let’s talk cravings, accidental cheat days, and sugar-induced personality changes.