“You need to cut back on red meat—it’s bad for your heart.”
That’s what my doctor told me as he scanned my bloodwork, his brow slightly furrowed.
He barely looked at me when he said it.
Just flipped through the chart like he had this conversation a thousand times before.
⦁ My cholesterol was “borderline.”
⦁ My weight was creeping up.
⦁ My blood pressure wasn’t perfect.
“Whole grains. Lean protein. More fiber,”
He continued, tapping his pen against the paper. “You know the drill.”
I nodded.
Because that’s what you do when a doctor tells you something.
You nod. You agree. You take their advice and pretend like you’re going to change.
Except—what if the advice was wrong?
I wasn’t some reckless eater.
I followed the rules.
Chicken breast. Brown rice. Avocado toast. A green smoothie in the morning…
And yet, I felt like absolute garbage.
Tired. Sluggish. Bloated. Hungry. Always hungry.
And that’s what got me thinking…
If I’m doing everything right, why do I feel so damn bad?
Hi, I’m Samantha Brooks, a 34-year-old mom from Chicago who used to think “I just need more willpower”.
Questioning Everything I Thought I Knew
Here’s the thing about health advice—it changes.
⦁ One decade, eggs are bad. The next, they’re good.
⦁ Coffee? Cancerous. Then suddenly it’s an antioxidant powerhouse.
⦁ Butter? Villainized. Then reborn.
But the one thing they never stop demonizing? Meat.
⦁ Red meat will give you a heart attack.
⦁ Meat causes cancer.
⦁ Meat is inflammatory.
It’s been drilled into us so deeply that nobody even questions it anymore.
But I started to.
Because, for all the “healthy” food I was eating, I wasn’t getting healthier.
And the more I looked around, the more I saw it everywhere—people eating their “balanced” meals, their low-fat dairy, their fiber-rich cereals…
…while they popped antacids, struggled with fatigue, and carried around stubborn weight.
What if we had it all backwards?
I Tried Everything. Nothing Worked.
So I did what any rational person would do: I doubled down on the “healthy” advice.
I tried plant-based. (Oh, I tried plant-based)
Smoothies. Salads. Almond milk. Lentils…..
I drowned my meals in olive oil and sprinkled chia seeds on everything like some kind of nutrient confetti.
….And I waited to feel better.
Instead?
⦁ My bloating got worse.
⦁ My cravings became unbearable.
⦁ My energy? Nonexistent.
I told myself I just needed more fiber.
So I added whole grains.
More quinoa. More sweet potatoes. More “slow-digesting” carbs.
And I gained seven pounds.
“Maybe you’re not eating enough,” someone suggested.
“Maybe it’s an adjustment period,” another friend said.
Everyone had theories. None of them made sense.
I was doing everything right, and yet I felt like my body was betraying me.
So I did what I always did when I couldn’t figure something out:
I researched. (like a true maniac)
The Rabbit Hole That Led Me to the Carnivore Diet.
I didn’t mean to stumble into the Carnivore Diet.
It all started with a rather simple search:
Why do I feel so bad when I eat vegetables?
From there, a whole new part of the universe opened itself.
I found forums, research papers, anecdotal stories. People claiming that eliminating plants cured their autoimmune diseases.
That cutting fiber fixed their digestion.
That eating only meat reversed their high cholesterol.
It sounded insane.
But also?
It made sense.
Because if fiber was so “essential,” why did I feel worse eating it?
If whole grains were so amazing, why did my energy plummet every time I ate them?
And why—after thousands of years of evolution—were we suddenly treating meat like the villain?
I didn’t fully know if it was true.
But I knew what wasn’t working.
And I was ready to try something that actually made sense.
The Experiment” 60 Days of Only Meat
The rules were simple….
⦁ Eat only meat, eggs, and animal fat.
⦁ Salt to taste.
⦁ Drink only water.
No plants. No fiber. No “heart-healthy” whole grains.
And I braced myself—because surely, I was about to feel like death.
Instead?
Week One:
⦁ No bloating.
⦁ No crashes.
⦁ No cravings.
And… I wasn’t even hungry.
Week Two:
⦁ Energy skyrocketed.
⦁ My stomach felt empty but not hungry.
⦁ I had zero inflammation in my joints.
Week Three:
⦁ Weight dropped FAST.
⦁ My mental clarity? Sharp as hell.
⦁ My skin? Clearing up.
Week Four:
I wasn’t just “surviving” without carbs—I was thriving.
And the craziest part?
I wasn’t thinking about food all the time.
No urges. No binge thoughts. No “What should I eat next?”
I ate meat. I felt full. I moved on with my life.
The Quarterly Checkup That Stamped Everything.
At every 3-month mark, I go back to my doctor.
He looked at my chart. Then back at me.
“Whatever you’re doing… keep doing it.”
Wait. What?
I expected a lecture.
Instead, I got approval.
⦁ My cholesterol improved.
⦁ My triglycerides dropped.
⦁ My blood pressure normalized.
⦁ I had lost 34 pounds.
And I felt strong, clear-headed, and more alive than ever.
What I learned during the 60-Day Challenge empowered me to finally stop the binge-restrict cycle that was holding me back.
So… Was My Doctor Wrong?
I’m not saying my doctor was lying.
⦁ I’m saying he was trained in a system that’s outdated.
⦁ A system that’s still running off the 1980s “fat is bad” playbook.
⦁ A system that ignores the thousands of people thriving on animal-based diets.
And the truth is, I don’t need to “convince” anyone.
I have the proof. I’ve lived it.
As for you? ask yourself this:
⦁ What if everything I’ve been told about meat is wrong?
⦁ What if my diet isn’t helping me—but hurting instead?
What if the answer isn’t complicated meal plans, superfoods, and powders…
…but the simplest thing of all?
Meat.
Pure. Simple. Nourishing.
And if that idea makes you curious?
You know what to do.
The 60-Day Challenge changed everything for me and many others.
So, if you’re tired of wasting time on things that don’t work, it might just be exactly what you need.
Try it for once. See what happens.
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