I’m a 57 year old male who is physically active. Until three months ago, I would eat anything I wanted A quart of ice cream or a dozen cookies in a sitting? Full steam ahead. Problem was, I had reached 280lbs and began to have knee pain and sciatic trouble, in addition to the sleep apnea, heartburn, diarrhea, and general lethargy I had grown accustomed to.
I decided to ignore the nay-sayers and accept myself for what I am, a carnivore. I am the product of a million years of evolution – the bulk of which time my species ate virtually only meat. It’s only intuitive that we should be awash in type 2 diabetes, heart disease and obesity when we glut our diet with things we were never designed to metabolize.
I’ve dropped to 254lbs, apnea is much better, heartburn and etc. are gone, and my energy level seems elevated.
I’m free and out of the closet, and all I can say to the flower children who advocate vegetarianism is, don’t let your cat out at night, because if the time ever comes when I cannot lay my hands on a beautifully marbled rib steak, all bets are off.