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Apparently, women my age are supposed to be talking about mood swings, sleepless nights and hot flashes. Meanwhile... I'm over here eating ribeyes, sleeping like a teenager, and wondering if my hormones forgot to read the memo. Karen says it's impossible. I call it Tuesday.
Since becoming a very small carnivore influencer, my Instagram feed has become one endless stream of perfectly cooked ribeyes... Which is great. Until people start eating them. Apparently, somewhere between buying the steak and taking the first bite, half the internet forgets how to hold a fork and knife. Maybe I'm old-fashioned. Maybe etiquette still matters. Or maybe carnivore has simply made me honest enough to say what everyone else is secretly thinking. Debbie says I'm judging. Karen says cutlery is probably toxic. I'm just trying to save the steak.
Debbie has concerns. Debbie always does. And honestly? I get it. Because if you Google “carnivore diet” in the Netherlands, according to the experts, you’ll be dead by Friday.
People always ask, “But what do you even eat?” As if carnivore means I’m chewing raw T-bones in a cave somewhere. (I wish. Sounds peaceful.) So let’s clear that up. Here’s what a regular day of eating looks like for me: Morning: Eggs and More Eggs I start my day with a cup of hot [...]
After many hospital tests and a lot of fear, it turned out, thankfully, not to be MS, but something similar on the software level: FNS (Functional Neurological Syndrome). Simply put, your body short-circuits. It can be triggered by anything, trauma, suppressed grief, and more.The neurologist was clear: “This is caused by trauma. You’ve carried too [...]
The Woman Behind the Jersey 