Mark 🇨🇦

Thriving on Conivore!!! Never felt better!! 65 year old, feel like 29!!! AMAZING!!!

[Mark 🇨🇦 @mark_lalonde]

@HockeyPatrol Thought he was a bumbling clown
Sounded and looked like he was half pissed all the time..
Insufferable…
Unwatchable for me..

[Mark 🇨🇦 @mark_lalonde]

@TraceyPike20 @MooreintheAM @NEWSTALK1010 Sorry, I think it’s classless..

[Mark 🇨🇦 @mark_lalonde]

@MooreintheAM @NEWSTALK1010 That’s your take of Lloyd upon his death? A true gentleman and oral sex?
Wow!
Delete John!

[Mark 🇨🇦 @mark_lalonde]

@thewarylemming @DanLack5 @KeeganMatheson Same…Shulman is so nauseating!!

[Mark 🇨🇦 @mark_lalonde]

@thehazelmae Who Cares!!!

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

So you finally saw through it. The great lie that painted the most nutritious food on earth as a heart attack on a plate. You worked out that red meat prances all over chicken and you put it in the trolley with your head high.

Then you bought the 5% ground beef.

Trimmed the cap off the steak. Sawed away the best part, left it on the board like it spat at you, binned the rendered fat. You crossed the entire desert and then knelt down and started apologising to it.

What, exactly, do you think you came for?

The fat is the point. The whole point. It's where the A, D, E and K2 live. It's the fuel you're built to run on, the thing that makes one plate enough. It's the part every ancestor you've ever had tore into first while the lean scraps got flung to the dogs. You have looked at that and chosen the dog's bowl. Proudly. At a markup.

Here's what the lean cut really is. It's the sound of someone brave enough to question the settled science, brave enough to fix their own health, but still sat at the table trying to negotiate with the exact experts who made them sick. You've challenged the whole rotten edifice on red meat, then let it keep the fat as a concession. You didn't walk out on the liars. You haggled them down and called it a compromise.

We are fat hunters. That is what we are. Our ancestors tracked animals across continents for the fat, cracked the bones for the marrow, prized the fattest kill and left the lean for the desperate. Your body is the direct output of two million years of that, every cell in you begging for the thing you're scraping into the bin.

Eat nothing but lean and there's a name for what you get. Rabbit starvation. You waste away on a full stomach because there's no fat to run on. That drained, gaunt look you think is discipline is a documented deficiency. You're cosplaying the thing that killed men who ate all the rabbit and none of the fat.

The fat isn't feared. It isn't moderated. It's chased.

Buy the fattiest steak on the shelf. Keep the cap on. Cook everything in the trimmings.

Stop shaming your ancestors and start eating like a human.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Let me cut through the noise about what I'm actually here for.

I don't think everyone needs to eat carnivore to get healthy. I don't believe plant foods are poison at any dose. I'm not bothered when someone drops the strict thing and puts the carbs back, and if you got shredded drinking orange juice, fair play. I couldn't care less either way. No purity test, no card to revoke, no gatekeeping. Take it personally? Never.

And I've stayed unapologetically carnivore without reinventing myself every six months to court a wider audience, quietly bolting on squash spaghetti and a cauliflower base so it all goes down easier. No need. My advice has worked for two and a half million years, so forgive me for not course correcting on half a century of guidelines that made everyone sick.

What I want is dead simple. More people buying the fattiest cut on the shelf, slathering it in butter, eating till they're full, and feeling not one flicker of guilt about it.

And a few "settled" truths falling over on the way. That carbs are essential. They aren't, and never were. That vegetables are the foundation of a healthy diet, when that's a modern invention. That the balanced plate is timeless, when it's decades old. That everything's fine in moderation, when some things don't need rationing and some shouldn't touch your plate at all. And that seed oil, rancid muck pressed out of a seed in a factory, belongs inside a human being. It doesn't.

Mostly I want the people still struggling, the tired and the inflamed who did everything the guidelines said and only got worse, to find out how well this can work. Not because they must. Because it might be the thing that finally gives them their body back.

That any of this is controversial is the only reason I keep saying it.

The noise is loud. Somebody may as well say the plain version.

[Mark 🇨🇦 @mark_lalonde]

@thehazelmae Have another drink John…alcoholic!!!!

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Six years ago I went carnivore. I was already lean, so I only really meant to tidy up the edges. Job done, I thought, and I meant to leave it there.

In the interest of full transparency, I have to come clean about the side effects that turned up along the way. Never really aired these publicly, and it feels dishonest to keep recommending the thing without laying them out. Warts and all:

- The anxiety lifted (lost the low background hum I'd assumed was just my personality)
- The sleep sorted itself out (a lifetime's bond with lying awake at 2am, ruined)
- The skin cleared (now I have nothing to blame a bad photo on)
- The afternoon crash vanished (robbed of my daily excuse for a coffee and a sit down)
- No more planning the day around meals (an entire hobby of clock-watching, gone)
- The food noise went quiet (the little voice that narrated every biscuit, silenced without notice)
- No vegetable prep (lost twenty minutes a day of chopping things I didn't want to eat anyway)

Six years of this. I keep waiting for the catch.

The catch was always the food they told me to eat instead.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Epilepsy has a diet that stops the seizures drugs cannot touch, ninety years of proof behind it. They reach for the fifth pill instead.

Type 2 diabetes reverses on it. Off the insulin, blood sugar flat, disease gone. They hand you a carb-counting leaflet and a repeat script.

Obesity falls away on it, hunger switched off at the source. They booked you the weekly injection you now rent for life.

Depression lifts as ketones feed starving neurons and rebuild the mitochondria that ran the brain on empty. Nobody mentioned food. Here is your SSRI.

Anxiety settles as ketosis tips the balance toward GABA and away from the glutamate firing you at 3am. They called it a disorder and drugged it.

Cancer starves on it. Many tumours run only on glucose, and ketosis pulls the sugar out from under them while your healthy cells switch fuel. Barely funded.

One metabolic switch. Six conditions undone. And it is a plate of food.

Ketosis is the most powerful medicine in existence. It just cannot be patented, prescribed, or billed to you again next month.

So they sell you the disease, and bury the cure.

You were never told there was a choice.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Dietitians spend 4 years at university learning that:
- Saturated fat clogs arteries (it doesn't)
- You need whole grains for fibre (you don't)
- Red meat causes cancer (it doesn't)
- Cholesterol kills you (it doesn't)
- Seed oils are heart healthy (they're not)

Then they graduate with honours and tell you to eat less bacon and more Cheerios.

£50,000 in debt to memorise industry propaganda.

Brilliant investment.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Look at the human body as a weapon. It is embarrassing.

No claws. Fingernails that lose a fight with cardboard.

No fangs. Flat little teeth that struggle with a tough steak.

No armour. Skin a bramble can open.

No fur. Cold kills us in a night.

No speed. A squirrel outruns us. A toddler loses to a goose.

No strength. A chimp half our weight could take us apart.

No venom. No shell. No horns. No wings.

Pound for pound, we are the softest large animal in the field.

And we hunted every one of them to the edge.

Because everything went into one organ instead.

The human brain. Twenty percent of your energy, run by a body that skipped every other upgrade.

And it is built from fat and animal food. DHA from fish and meat. B12 found in no plant alive. Cholesterol, the scaffolding of every brain cell you own.

The ape that started eating meat grew the brain. The brain built the spear. The spear ended the argument with every animal that had the claws and the fangs and the speed.

A soft, slow, clawless creature became the apex predator of the entire planet, on the strength of one organ made of the exact food we are now told to cut out for our health.

We ate our way to the top of the food chain.

Now they want us to eat our way back down.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Eat a mouthful of grass and you get nothing. It goes in green and comes out green.

Eat straw and you get nothing. Your gut cannot touch cellulose.

Eat acorns and you get tannins, and a very bad afternoon.

Eat bracken and you get a carcinogen.

Eat nettles, thistles, brambles, rushes and moorland heather and you get a mouth full of blood and no calories.

Eat the beet pulp, the oat husks and the spent brewer's grain and you get the waste the factory couldn't sell.

Now feed the lot of it to a cow.

She turns every one of them into steak, butter, cream, milk and a hide, on land that will never grow a vegetable, using four stomachs and a fermentation vat you do not have.

The grass she eats grew on rain and sunlight, for free, on a hillside nobody can plough.

She is the only creature on earth that can take a field of inedible fibre and hand you back the most nutrient-dense food there is.

The cow is not competing with you for food. She eats the ninety percent you cannot.

Best plant-based diet ever invented. It just has a cow in the middle doing the hard part.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Your grandparents spent all day outside.

Farmers. Builders. Beach holidays. Kids disappearing after breakfast and coming home at sunset.

Now people burn in 30 minutes.

The sun didn't change.

You did.

Your skin is built from the fats you eat.

Modern diets flooded it with unstable polyunsaturated fats from industrial seed oils.

UV light oxidises those fats, producing inflammatory by-products and oxidative damage.

Melanoma rates in America:

1950: around 1 in 500
2020: around 1 in 50
During that same period, seed oil consumption exploded.

The sun hasn't become more dangerous.

Maybe we've become less resilient to it.

After 6 to 12 months without seed oils, most of your skin cells have been replaced.

Those new cells contain far less stored linoleic acid.

Thousands of people report tanning more easily, burning less, and spending far longer in the sun than they could before.

Maybe the answer isn't just what you put on your skin.

Maybe it's what you built your skin from.

[Mark 🇨🇦 @mark_lalonde]

@SamaHoole SAME!!!
EXACTLY ALL OF THE ABOVE!!!

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

"I could never eat something that had a face."

Right, but the wheat had a field.

And the field had roughly sixty of them: wood mice, voles, shrews, leverets, a nest of skylarks in the tramline. Then a combine came through at fifteen miles an hour in August and took the whole roof off their world in one afternoon.

"That's not the same. Nobody chose to kill them."

Nobody chose them individually, no. The farmer chose the field. The field had a population. The combine had a schedule. The mice were not consulted and were not counted, because nobody counts the ones you didn't mean.

"You're being ridiculous, that's just incidental."

Yes. That's my point. It's incidental. It doesn't bother you.

"It's not comparable to slaughtering a cow deliberately."

So the moral difference is intention.

"Yes."

So the mouse under the blade is fine because the driver was thinking about lunch.

"..."

And the cow in the field, who lived four years outside eating grass on a hill where nothing else grows, is the atrocity, because someone meant it.

"That's twisting my words."

I'm repeating your words. The twist was already in them.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

The crime they see: 15,415 litres of water to produce one kilogram of beef. Every campaign, every documentary, every leaflet through the door since about 2012.

The crime they do: not reading the paper.

The figure is real. It comes from Mekonnen and Hoekstra at the University of Twente, and it is careful, peer-reviewed work. What the campaigns strip out is that the same authors split that number into three parts, because the three parts are not the same thing at all.

Green water is rain. It falls on the grass. The cow eats the grass. For beef, green water is about 94 per cent of that headline.

Blue water is the stuff that matters. Rivers, lakes, aquifers. The stuff that gets pumped, metered, fought over in court, and does not come back.

So here is the blue water, in litres per kilogram, from the same authors, same method, same units.

- Pistachios: 7,602
- Almonds: 3,816
- Walnuts: 2,451
- Dates: 1,250
- Cashews: 921
- Beef: 550

Read that last line again, then go and look at what is in your granola.

The 15,415 counts rain that fell on a Welsh hillside as a cost, against an animal that was standing in it, on land where nothing else grows, in a country where rain is the one thing we have never once been short of.

The pistachio is drinking fourteen times more of the water that actually runs out.

She is outside in the rain right now, getting blamed for it.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Activist: "Your cows look so miserable. You can see the sadness in them. It's heartbreaking."

Farmer: "Which one's the miserable one?"

Activist: "All of them. That one just lying there, staring. Depressed."

Farmer: "She's lying down because she's content. A cow that feels safe lies down to chew the cud, and mine spend half the day at it. The stressed cow is the one that won't settle. You've pointed at the happiest animal in the field and diagnosed depression."

Activist: "But she's not doing anything. Just chewing."

Farmer: "That's the cud. She brings breakfast back up and rechews it, four stomachs' worth, for hours. It's the most contented thing a ruminant does. The day she stops chewing is the day I ring the vet. You're reading her packed lunch as a cry for help."

Activist: "The eyes, though. So sad."

Farmer: "That's a cow's face. It's the only one she's got. She isn't sulking, she hasn't the muscles or the inclination to arrange a mood for your benefit. An animal that survived a hundred thousand years by staying calm doesn't wear its feelings on its nose. You've seen a face that isn't a dog's and called the difference despair."

Activist: "She's standing out in the rain. Nobody's happy in the rain."

Farmer: "You're not. She's wearing a hide built for a Welsh January, and she'll walk out of a dry barn into a downpour because she fancies it. The poor thing in the rain is only poor by your standards, in your skin, on your bad day."

Activist: "..."

Farmer: "She's not sad. You've projected a person onto a cow and upset yourself at the reflection."

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

"Your muscles run on glycogen. Deplete it and performance falls off a cliff. This is settled science."

So every morning I do the unforgivable. I train fasted, before the sun is properly up, on nothing but yesterday's beef and butter. No porridge. No banana. No luminous drink named after an energy company.

By that settled science I should be face down on the mat by the second set, muscle quietly digesting itself, metabolism filing for redundancy.

Instead the weights keep going up.

I can only assume the beef hasn't read the literature.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

The fat on your plate becomes the fat in your skin. That is not a metaphor, it is just where it ends up.

Fill your diet with seed oils and you build your skin out of polyunsaturated fat, the kind with unstable bonds that sunlight tears apart.

Fill it with the fats humans ate for a couple of million years and you build it out of something that does not catch fire in daylight.

Fill it with seed oils and the same sun that your grandparents lay out in for hours now reddens you in twenty minutes flat.

Fill it with butter, tallow and suet and the skin holds up under a light that has not changed its strength since before we had a word for it.

Then we reached for a bottle of factor 50 to guard the skin, and a bottle of statins to guard the heart, and never once looked at the oil doing both.

Then we blamed the daylight.