Known as the wife of… remembered for everything after.
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.
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.
Every year I seem to book a holiday that's harder to find than the last. Last year it was a tipi in the middle of nowhere. This year it was an off-grid farmhouse in Italy, surrounded by wild boars, wolves, and complete silence. Maybe it's a cry for help... or maybe I've finally figured out what peace actually feels like.
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 [...]
