Known as the wife of… remembered for everything after.
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.
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.
Discipline is boring, and that’s exactly why it works. A short reflection on carnivore, consistency, and not renegotiating with yourself every morning.
Okay. So now you know why I started the carnivore diet. The fear. The crash. The grief. The medical mystery that turned out to be FNS. And the quiet, desperate decision to try something extreme. But what happened next? Here it is: I felt better.Not in a vague, “I-have-more-energy” kind of way.But better in a [...]
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 [...]
Let’s talk about it: being social on a diet that makes people look at you like I’ve joined some secret underground steak society. Oh... wait... I did... You’d think I joined some underground meat cult the way people react when I decline the bread basket or ask if the steak can be cooked in butter [...]
