Known as the wife of… remembered for everything after.
36 hours without food. No hunger drama. No dizziness. No magical clarity. Just… nothing. I started fasting to reset my body, but ended up questioning why we’re always trying to improve something that already works.
What we see in others often says more about us than we realize. A reflection on confidence, ambition, jealousy, and what happens when you stop making yourself smaller to keep others comfortable.
My misophonia was never subtle. But since going carnivore, it feels like someone removed a filter. Sounds are sharper, louder and somehow drinking has joined the list of things capable of sending me from perfectly normal colleague to internally homicidal in 0.4 seconds. And no, “everyone makes noise when they drink” is not an acceptable defence. You can’t hear me.
After two strong seasons, we thought the next club would come naturally. It didn’t. Pregnant, living in an attic and watching football doors close one by one, I stopped waiting and started knocking myself. Then one unexpected phone call from Texas changed everything.
I lost weight on carnivore. Great. But that’s probably the least interesting thing it did for me. The real transformation happened somewhere no before-and-after photo can show: inside my head. Less noise. Stable energy. No constant battle with food. The weight loss was simply a bonus. The quiet mind is why I stayed.
Somewhere along the way, the noise disappeared. My hormones became steady, my mind became quiet, and apparently… my filter packed its bags too. Was it the protein? Carnivore? Healing from trauma? I honestly don’t know. I just know I’m not the same woman anymore, and I don’t think I want her back.
