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My Zero Carb Zen Interview!

I haven't written a new blog post in a while, but I have been writing! Not just snippets for social media, but something much meatier!

Nearly two years ago, I started eating a sort of dirty, mostly-carnivore keto after a lifetime of declining health on the Standard American Diet. (SAD!) This was during a severe bout of depression, and I immediately started to feel better.

But I quickly switched to a diet of whole, animal-based foods. That's because I discovered Zero Carb Zen. I've mentioned this site many times, but am excited to announce that I am now featured among its interviews!

This may be the most concise version of my story out there!

These articles and interviews have helped me so much. To this day, I continue to find new information and inspiration in the stories shared on Zero Carb Zen. It will always have a special place in my heart, and now I have a place in its pages!

It means more than I can express to find myself here. Many thanks to Esmée  for continuing to maintain this fundamental resource for those of us finding health through animal-based nutrition!


  1. Good interview, and yes it takes a crisis to really see what is going on and make a change

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