Frequently Badgered Questions Part 2: On Diet
January 18, 2011

Part 1: On Me  /  Part 2: On Diet  /  Part 3: On Views  /  Vege-Fruitarianism

• How long have you eaten nothing but animals?

As this is posted in January, 2011, it’s been over 2.5 years.

• Do you eat anything that’s not meat?

The only “non-meat” items I’ve eaten at any point on this path are cheese, butter, and cream. I am wary of cheese and have used it in a very limited capacity. Butter is bliss, and raw, golden butter is truly the food of the gods. Raw, thickened cream is one continuous fatty orgasm, but food-addicts and carb-creepers beware, it can trigger cravings. I’ve only had cream seasonally, again, in limited capacity. I avoid pasteurized dairy. It is shit. Same for non-grassfed dairy. Organs are meat, though not everyone considers them such, and I consume these when available. Tongue is paradise, heart is lean but quite tasty, liver is liver (and should be taken in small quantities to avoid vitamin A toxicity), and brains and eyes are virtually impossible to attain in the Land of the Free because we are protected from ourselves and thusly can’t procure some of the most nourishing bits and pieces of the animal. Thanks, FDA!

• How do you cook your meat / Do you eat raw?

The best way to describe it would probably be “warmed.” It’s not truly raw like Lex Rooker rolls, but all I do is warm the meat to around room temperature in the broiler, which browns the exterior but leaves the inside essentially 100% raw. I don’t aim at keeping it close to raw for a specific nutritional reason; I simply prefer the taste and texture of meat prepared this way. Fully cooked meat is a tragedy.

I used to sear meat in order to get that desirable crust over the outside, but as good as it tastes, it does not agree with my digestive track. I’ve seen it mentioned many places that the black crust formed is poison, but either way, it ain’t working for me. My stomach might just be a pussy, though.

• Do you use condiments or seasoning?

These are the questions where I start to understand why The Bear tells anyone that emails him about food that they are a food obsessor and he can’t help them. If you want to use seasonings, go for it! As you progress, chances are you’ll tend to reduce their use as your palate changes and appreciates the actual flavor of real food. Yes, I use some seasoning. I don’t use any condiments. Seasoning is only used on meat that either lacks flavor or doesn’t have the most agreeable flavor. It is used very sparingly. I don’t season-rape meat like restaurants do. That is an insult to the flesh.

• What do you drink? Tea? Coffee? Coke Zero? Your own urine?

Water. Nothing else. Don’t ask how much. I try to avoid neurotic habits, therefore I do not follow some arbitrary H20 intake set by an “expert” that fails to realize how stupid it is to predetermine one’s hydration. If I’m thirsty, I’ll drink some water. If I’m not, I won’t. I drink bottled water, and yes, I know it’s probably poison. It may be even worse, but I trust non-shitty tasting bottled water over anything from any tap anywhere on planet Earth. I used to distill water at home and drink that, but got too lazy. I keep telling myself to get back to it. Oh, and soda is for assholes. Give that shit up.

• How many times do you eat per day? How much?

I will answer this, but the first part of the answer is that it doesn’t matter how many times I eat in a day. I’m not you. You’re not me. I know that’s frustrating for you to accept, but, you know - reality. Eat as much or as little as you want, as frequently or infrequently as you desire. I eat once per day. I usually eat 1.5 to 2 pounds of food. If I’m not as hungry, I’ll eat less. If I’m unusually hungry, I’ll eat loads more. I usually eat in the afternoon or evening, depending on my schedule. I haven’t had breakfast since I can remember. If I feel like eating twice, I will. If I feel like eating twenty times, I will. This doesn’t actually happen, because I experience little to no hunger in the absence of carbs, but there’d be nothing to fear if it did. If I have to miss a meal, I carry on with life unaffected, whereas, when I still ate everything under the convenience store lights, I couldn’t go fifteen minutes without a fix. Early on, I ate twice per day, and would eat three or more pounds of meat per sitting. I was starved from my vege/fruitarian nightmare and trying to suffocate my sugar junky cravings. Once my insulin was under control, things sorted themselves out and it’s been even-steven ever since.

• Don’t you take gnarly shits eating all meat? I can’t imagine how constipating that must be and how atrocious it must smell.

This is one of my favorites. At least half the people I talk to about the way I eat will get to this within three questions. What’s incredible is how completely backwards they have it. I understand that, from a nutritionally ignorant perspective, it would seem that meat makes for more meaty output. But nothing could be further from the truth. Meat is the most absorbable food one can eat. That means very little waste is created from its consumption (under the assumption that you have some semblance of a digestive system and actually can absorb the nutrients). It’s the piles of starches, veggies, and things that don’t even resemble food that, along with meat, complicate digestion altogether and lead to your average four-alarm shit-bomb. All meat = No constipation, no smell. Greatly decreased output vs. Standard American Diet (or any other, really). This doesn’t happen overnight, and you may well have some nightmarish bathroom events in the early stages, but once you’ve cleaned house and no longer fill yourself to the brim with poison, things will go quite smoothly. This may sound highfalutin, but it’s a statement of fact: my shit don’t stink. Yours won’t either if you eat properly.

PS - For what it’s worth, my dog’s shat doesn’t stink, either, as he eats properly (carnivorously). Consider this the next time you vomit as your dog hunch-scoots down the street spraying liquid shit all over the neighborhood.

• Do you take supplements?

No. Why would I? I don’t have any evidence that I suffer from any particular deficiencies, so I see little reason to spend unreasonable amounts of money propping up the supplement industry. There may be specific reasons for specific people to take certain supplements, but in general, I don’t see much use for them. I did take hydrochloric acid capsules when I switched to all meat to help digest food more effectively until my stomach rebuilt itself and learned to do this on its own. I will also now, just to be an inconsistent prick, recant on my initial “no,” since I recently bought a bottle of Vitamin D as my time in the Texas sun is greatly reduced this time of year. It’s only experimental, and I want to see if I notice any difference in taking vs. not taking Vit D without sun exposure. My assumption, based on nothing but other people that talk on the internet, is that very little of anything that comes in a pill or a capsule is utilized by our bodies.

• You make mention of being a vege/fruit/tuber-tarian. What’s the story there?

I gave this question its own post. See here.

• Isn’t it socially awkward/alienating to eat an all meat diet? What do other people think / say / do?

Worst question ever. Where do your priorities lie? In your health or in the opinion of your salad-eating peers? You’re already failing at the game of life if you see things this way. Why is your life’s goal to blend into societal stupidity? Are you that crippled with insecurity? Do you want to be healthy or do you not want Betsy from the front desk to notice that you’re not sharing in the Bloomin’ Onion Ring everyone ordered for an appetizer at lunch today? Grow up. And sack up, too, bitch-tits. Maybe I’m fortunate in that I’ve never been particularly inclined to give a shit what other human beings think of me, so switching over to such a “crazy” (i.e. proper) way of eating was meaningless in social terms, but those that pose such a question need to realize something - you make shit awkward, not your diet. Nobody will be creeped out by the fact that you’re not eating your Loaded Baked Potato. They’ll be creeped out by the fact that you are just a fucking creep. Resisting a better life for fear that your obese, medicated acquaintances might not be comfortable with your choice not to wallow in sickness with them is a sickness in itself. The cure is called self-confidence so pick up a prescription the next time your domineering girlfriend sends you to Walgreens for tampons and ice cream.

• The bottom line on diet is this…

I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating. I don’t care what allows me to be healthy, I simply care that it allows me to be healthy. There is no agenda other than figuring out what’s best for my health. If I could sustain optimal health by consuming the contents of hot dumpsters in August, August would be a busy month for me. This is the best health I have ever experienced in my life. I went from constant sickness to never being sick. I went from burping, farting, and stinking up bathrooms like everyone else that eats improperly to none of the above. I went from an arthritic pain-case in his mid-twenties that couldn’t look at a basketball court or a football field without getting sore for a month, to a 100% pain-free cat in his late twenties, feeling younger than I did at age fifteen (when I was going to a chiropractor every week with my lifelong back problems that no longer exist). I went from being a literal food addict - full, smacked-out, junky style - to food becoming an afterthought. Eating properly has also provided mental and emotional clarity that I hadn’t previously experienced, and allowed me opportunities to eliminate bullshit in life that otherwise I might not have.

Part 1: On Me  /  Part 3: On Views  /  Vege-Fruitarianism