06/09/2026
Carnivore does not make you invincible. It makes you hard to break, and that is the better deal.
You can still get fat. It takes a lot more than it used to. Three plates a day for months, instead of one sandwich and a sad afternoon.
You can still burn. It takes a lot more than it used to. A whole day on a Greek beach, instead of twenty minutes in the garden with a hat on.
You can still get ill. It takes a lot more than it used to. The office cold gets two days out of you, instead of a week and a course of something.
You can still crash. It takes a lot more than it used to. Missing lunch is an inconvenience, instead of an event.
You can still overeat. It takes a lot more than it used to. A plate of meat and fat switches the appetite off. A plate of anything else switches it on.
You can still hurt yourself under a bar. It takes a lot more than it used to. The joints stop complaining, so the weight goes up and the ache does not.
Same body. Same rules. Wider margins.
Six years ago the margins were so narrow that every meal, every hour outside and every missed breakfast had to be managed. Watch the portion. Reapply the cream. Keep a snack in the bag, just in case.
Now they are wide enough to stop watching.
That is the gift. Room. Enough of it that you get to do what every other animal on the planet does without a second thought.
Trust the body you are standing in.