On September 13, 2018, I began my ketogenic journey. I was at the end of my metabolic rope and keto was my last ditch effort to save myself from a poor diet, poor health and from myself. I honestly didn't care if I lived past the age of 50 because every day was full of depression, inflammation and exhaustion and I was tired of all of it.

Here I am 6.5 years and nearly 1200 steaks later, with over 1500 miles of running, a marathon, 15 half marathons, 3 years in the gym behind me, a completely different person that I can barely recognize in the mirror.

Life-changing just doesn't quite cover how big an impact that choice back in 2018 has meant to me. Soul-changing is more like it.

There is no destination on a meat-based diet. There is only the journey.