@atkinastarling @wilsonhlthcoach What kind of corrections did you need? I'm eating twice a day, 70% of the time its beef. I'm not sure there's much to work with, as far as corrections.
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@oliviavdaemer @wilsonhlthcoach Gently I ask: what do you mean by 'trying'? A support group may help w/navigating Carnivore. Possibly you may be in need of minor corrections to assist with moving the scale. I went from 325lb to 160, needed corrections to get there. Still dropping to my optimal.
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For anyone trying to lose weight by eating what you think is a healthy "well-balanced" diet full of vegetables, fruits, complex carbs, and lean meats.....
My extremely malnourished daughter had to start eating carbs to put on weight.
My husband eats carbs when he wants to put on weight.
If I eat carbs, I put on weight.
Don't believe the nutrition and fitness community when they say you need carbs.
You don't.
Especially if your goal is to lose weight.
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@wilsonhlthcoach My energy level is up. And, i've seen a few other notable improvements. However, i need to lose weight.
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@oliviavdaemer Have you measured inches? Taken pictures? How long have you been doing it? How's your non-scale victories like energy level, aches or pains, etc. Have you noticed any differences other than the scale? Those are all important.
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My seemingly healthy, strong father Daniel “Dad Timpf” Timpf died very unexpectedly on the evening of May 7 at just 69 years old.
It does not seem like enough to simply call him my father, because he was so much more than that. He was my rock, my hero and my best friend. He was loyal, funny, kind, selfless, hard-working, and so devoted to his children that it was impossible to be near him and not find yourself inspired. He was a writer, a painter, a sailor, and somehow knowledgeable on every subject from world history to literature to accounting. He was the most dependable person anyone has ever met. I always felt like, as long as I had his phone number, there was not a problem I could not solve. I needed him here with me; I am not okay, and I am far from the only person who feels this.
The birth of my son in February 2025, his first grandchild, was supposed to be a happy new beginning for our family. A family that had been already once devastated by an untimely loss: the loss of my mother Anne Marie to a rare disease in 2014 just a matter of weeks after her diagnosis.
The joy of my son’s birth was, of course, complicated by my also very unexpected breast cancer diagnosis just a matter of hours before going into labor with him. During this time, my dad did what he did best, which was to save the day. As soon as he heard about my diagnosis, he simply got into the car and started driving to New York -- making it through the tunnel just as my son was born…on the day that happened to be his own birthday, as well.
In the tumultuous time of a simultaneous new cancer diagnosis and new baby, my dad was the sole reason for our stability, rushing in to help care for our son, and returning to do so again for my double mastectomy, reconstructive surgery, and any time that we ever needed him. It was an awful, awful year… but I found so much joy and hope throughout it by watching the beauty of a very special relationship form between my son and my father. This horrible thing that was happening was creating such a very special bond between the two of them -- almost making the terrible thing worth it -- and I was so excited to see how that bond would grow.
The bond was of top priority for my father, who visited from Michigan often. I saw him last on the Monday before he died, and my son was so proud to help his grandfather push his suitcase down to the car as he left. The goodbyes were quick. Why wouldn’t they be? We would all see each other again at the beginning of June, when we would all head to Texas for my shows and to see my grandpa. We wanted to make sure that my son could spend as much time as he could with his great-grandfather. He is, after all, 93.
I was certainly not over the trauma of my cancer or having to amputate the breasts I so badly wanted to feed my son with, but the one thing I could always count on to get me through my worst moments was seeing my son’s and my father’s faces light up when they saw each other, be it during the visits or our routine morning and bedtime FaceTime calls.
That is, at least, until I had to hear over the phone from a doctor I had never met in an emergency room in the same town up north that I’d previously announced to my father that I was pregnant that my dad was dead; I would never see him again, and neither would my son. It would turn out that last year was not the hard one, after all. Rather, it was the one I would now do anything to relive. I would amputate my breasts every year just to be able to speak with him one more time, even for five minutes.
I am currently living an unimaginable horror. For many people, this is a tragic story. For me, it’s my life. I do not know how I will recover from it. I only know that I have to for the sake of what is left of my family.
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@Sassafrass_84 Stop it! This isnt real, is it?! It can't be. 🤦🏻♀️
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Oh no....it's started. Does this mean I need to put the banner up that I stand with medical freedom? Are we doing THAT again? That was a war on FB. 😑
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The past week I have done Blueprint assessments for so many amazing women and I just have to say something.
Reading through these intake forms, sometimes I have to stop for a minute because I feel it in my chest.
Because I know that place.
I know what it feels like to sit there and think:
“Maybe this is just who I am now.”
I know what it feels like to be exhausted, inflamed, ashamed, overwhelmed, and still somehow keep going anyway because the alternative feels unthinkable.
Some of these women have survived things that would break most people.
Abuse.
Loss.
Grief.
Years of stress.
Years of putting themselves last.
Years of being told to just “eat less and move more” while their body and nervous system were screaming for help.
And then they sit there blaming themselves because they can’t stop eating brownies on the weekend or because they “failed another diet.”
That doesn’t make you weak.
It makes you human.
Food becomes comfort for a lot of us because it was the only thing that was always there. Always available. Always worked for five minutes.
I see so much of myself in these women it hurts sometimes.
Not pity.
Recognition.
And I think that’s why I care so much about helping women understand what’s actually happening in their body instead of just handing them another meal plan and sending them on their way.
Because when you finally understand the hormonal side, the nervous system side, the emotional side, the metabolic side… something shifts.
You stop seeing yourself as a failure.
You start realizing your body was trying to protect you the whole time.
One of the women I worked with recently said:
“Maybe my life isn’t over.”
That hit me hard.
Because THAT is why I do this.
Not to be an influencer.
Not to scream about macros on the internet.
Not to pretend I’m perfect.
I do this because I remember what it felt like to lose hope in myself.
And if I can help someone get even a tiny piece of that hope back?
Then every bit of this journey was worth it.
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I’ve got a feeling N-95’s are gonna be hard to find real soon.
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Today is my last shift at Papa John’s. 👑
I know I’ve been a little MIA the past few days and y’all, I have been BUILDING.
In February I published my book about how I lost 140 pounds and healed my metabolism. That book changed my life and connected me with so many of you who are fighting the same battle I fought for years.
And I realized this is my calling. Helping women understand their bodies. For real. Full time. Starting tomorrow.
So here is what I have been building, Rise. The first tier of my coaching program Reset and Reign launches Wednesday.
One week. You send me your food and your numbers every single day. I send you back a full personal analysis within 24 hours. You also get your Spark Blueprint Assessment, my Metabolic Healing 101 guide, a personalized 30-day plan, and a follow-up check-in after your week ends.
This is not a diet program. This is you finally understanding what your body is actually doing and why.
If you already have your Spark Blueprint, check your email soon 👀
Special loyalty link coming just for you.
Rise goes live Wednesday. Link in bio.
Let’s GOOO. 🙌🏻
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@actionxander My husband is a native Floridian and has been hunting here for many years. There are way more Panthers out there then everyone thinks. And, ever since they bred the FL Panther w/ the Texas cougar they have been getting bigger as the years go by. The numbers are incorrect.
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Buddy of mine just sent this to me. Panthers spotted yesterday crossing Tamiami right by the Oasis Visitor Center. I'm heading over there this afternoon 👀
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Do you have a smoked brisket recipe you can share?
I'm thinking about buying a smoker. I've been grilling for a long time, but smoking meats is new for me.
Greatly appreciate it 🙏
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I struggled so hard at the beginning of my carnivore journey because I thought I had to do everything perfectly.
Perfect macros.
Perfect meat.
Perfect ratios.
Perfect execution.
And every time I couldn’t hit that standard, I felt like I was failing.
I almost quit more than once.
Not because carnivore didn’t work.
Because I thought if I couldn’t do it perfectly, I shouldn’t do it at all.
That mindset slows more people down than carbs ever will.
You do NOT have to be 100% carnivore on day one to start seeing results.
This is an elimination diet. Not a religion.
Progress beats purity. Always.
An imperfect steak day beats a perfect quit day every single time.
The plate-policing and purity culture in this space pushes people out who would otherwise succeed. It’s unnecessary, and honestly, it needs to stop.
Start where you are. Adjust as you go. Let your metabolism catch up with you.
If you’re tired of guessing what your version of carnivore should look like, my Metabolic Blueprint Assessment is in my bio. We’ll figure it out together.
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I’m a patriot, and a 2A enthusiast. And I want to do my part to keep the US in the global top spot for gun ownership.
But I’m also a girly girl who loves pink.
I want one of these. Tough decision.
They’re both so pretty.
And would fit in my purse ❤️
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