@InspGadgetBlogs Mmmh. Why the change of heart? Political reasons? To appear far right for a couple of months and then bam ! Back to the party line.
Somethings up. Appease the voters strategy? Noticing a definite Labour strategy here.
The biggest mistake people make on carnivore is bringing the calorie-counting brain with them.
They count macros. They weigh portions. They track sodium and potassium and magnesium in a spreadsheet. They calculate their fat to protein ratio. They worry about microplastics in their salt. They worry about whether their water is too pure or not pure enough. They take a stack of supplements timed to the hour.
And then they wonder why they are not healing.
The body has been trying to repair itself since the day they started. Pulling old oxalates out of joints. Rebuilding gut lining. Resetting hormones. Recalibrating thirst, hunger, salt cravings, sleep cycles. It is the most sophisticated maintenance operation on earth, and it has been running quietly in the background for two million years.
But every time the body tries to recalibrate, the spreadsheet overrides it. The body asks for more salt, the tracker says you have hit your daily target. The body asks for a four-day fast on instinct, the macro app panics. The body says the steak is enough, the supplement timer says it is 2pm and the magnesium is due. The body keeps trying to do its job, and the management keeps interrupting.
You are not letting it heal. You are running the show on top of it.
The whole point of eating like an animal that eats animals is that the system is meant to run itself. The hunger signal works. The satiety signal works. The thirst signal works. The salt craving works. The body has been calibrating these things for two million years and got rather good at it before MyFitnessPal showed up.
Eat the fattiest cut you can find, until full. Drink water when thirsty. Sleep when tired. Lift heavy things twice a week. Get sun on your skin when there is sun, which in Britain is a niche window between April and September.
That is it. That is the whole protocol.
Stop measuring. Stop tracking. Stop optimising. Stop reading your fifth article of the day about a trace mineral you have never tested for and have no actual symptoms of being short of.
The body knows what it is doing.
Get out of its way and let it work.
The only way to give young British men and women their future back is to slash back the suffocating parasitic state that is bleeding them all dry - tax, student loans, endless rules and regulations.
Let them keep FAR more of their money, and then get the hell out of their lives.
Let's be clear about what the Ruminati are, because the name was chosen for us by a newsletter that meant it as a criticism and we kept it.
Gerald is a bull. He eats grass on land that has been permanent pasture since 1763. The grass converts sunlight and rain into protein. Gerald converts the grass into beef, manure, and seven wildflower species in a south corner that had none of them before he arrived. His methane is the carbon that was in the grass two weeks ago and will be back in the grass in twelve years. This has been the arrangement for the entirety of cattle domestication and the net carbon position of British permanent pasture over that period is: improving.
Doris is a ewe. She eats fell grass that grows on land too steep, too thin, too wet, and too acidic for any crop ever suggested by anyone who has actually looked at it. She maintains the open sward structure that forty-seven plant communities and three red-listed bird species depend on. Without her, the fell becomes purple moor grass. It has been tested. There is a control fell. The control fell has been ungrazed since 2004. The control fell has purple moor grass and no skylarks.
Keith is a goat. He eats the things Gerald and Doris won't touch: bramble, knotweed, dock, thistle, rush, ivy stems, and whatever is happening in Steve's garden. His rumen handles tannins and oxalates that would damage a dog's liver. He converts material that would otherwise advance unchecked across the British countryside into cheese, manure, and a net outcome column that has been positive on every row since entry seventeen.
They are not destroying the planet.
They are the planet.
This distinction has been available in every field in Britain since before the policy documents existed.
Nobody thought to look in the fields.
The fields are still there.