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 [...]