There was a stretch, early on, when I ate like carnivore meant punishment. One steak. Maybe an egg if I felt generous with myself. A plate that looked like an apology. I told myself that was discipline. It wasn’t discipline. It was fear dressed up as a diet. Nobody Warns […]
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For a long time, fruit didn’t belong on my plate. I had become comfortable with a very simple idea: Meat first. Meat often. Meat as the foundation. During my carnivore years, I learned to appreciate simplicity. There was something satisfying about knowing exactly what I was going to eat. Then
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What you keep in your kitchen matters. Not because your refrigerator is going to magically make you healthier. Not because one particular food is going to transform your life. But because your environment influences your choices. When you’re hungry, tired, stressed, or busy, you’re more likely to reach for whatever
For a long time, I believed fruit had no place on my plate. I was carnivore. Not “mostly carnivore.” Not “I eat meat but sometimes have a smoothie.” I mean meat, eggs, salt, water, and very little else. I believed the human body was designed to thrive on animal foods,
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