On carnivore, fat is the lever. Not protein. Protein you can find anywhere. Fat is what they hunted.
They didn't track the mammoth for its lean. They opened it for the fat round the organs, the marrow in the bones, the heavy yellow slabs they fought over while the muscle went to the dogs.
They scavenged for fat. Cracked skulls and split femurs long after the cats had stripped the meat, chasing the one thing the scavenger before them couldn't reach.
They crossed continents for fat. Followed the fattest herds through the seasons, abandoned ground the moment the animals turned lean.
When the great beasts thinned out and the fat ran short, they didn't starve quietly. They turned to seeds and grain and the long slow bargain of agriculture, not because the plants were good, but because the fat was gone.
And when they built the first civilisations, they made fat holy. The altars ran with it. Scripture told them the fat was the Lord's portion, burned first and offered up, while the lean was just dinner. Every culture that left us anything kept the suet, the tallow, the marrow, the drippings, and treated them as the prize. Nobody ever knelt before a chicken breast.
Two million years, all of it bent toward one nutrient.
And here you are, in the age of plenty, trying to run that ancient engine on skinless chicken and trimmed sirloin. Lean meat and willpower. Wondering, by Wednesday, why you feel hollow and cold and half-mad with hunger.
You haven't failed at carnivore. You've just starved yourself of the only part that ever mattered.
Eat the fat. It was always the fat.
82 years ago nearly all of the men on the first few boats that landed on the beach in Normandy were dead before days end.
Sit here with that for a while.
Look at them.
Really look at them.
Look into their eyes.
Many of them are boys, they are someone’s son, someone’s brother, someone’s sweetheart someone’s father.
They never came home.
And every privilege, every convenience, every freedom and every little thing that you want to bitch about you have because of them and they paid the ultimate price for you to have those freedoms. #dday #FreedomIsNeverFree
90% of the soldiers on the first boats to hit the beach didn't live to see the end of the day. Look at those faces. Some of them never made it to 18.
Never forget that they paid the ultimate price for our freedom. We live our lives the way we do because of them.
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