I started carnivore six years ago following four rules the internet swore by. I've since dropped all four, and improved each time, which says something about the internet. Rule one: you need salt and electrolytes. I salted everything and carried sachets like a man expecting to be shipwrecked. Then I stopped and braced for the cramps. They never came. Better sleep did, and better lifting. It turns out the body can manage its own water if you let it be thirsty first. Rule two: you need liver to complete the diet. I ate it weekly for three years. A single helping carries more vitamin A and copper than the upper limit for a day, and it tastes bitter, which is nature's way of writing "steady on" across a food. My mouth objected the entire time. Eventually I listened, and I've felt better every year since. Rule three: chicken is a health food. Chicken is a record of what the bird was fed, which is corn and soy, kept in the skin and the fat. Those are the only parts with any flavour. Remove them and you're eating a damp napkin with a protein claim. Rule four: to get lean, cut the fat. I went the other way. Ribeye cap, 20% mince, butter on both, cream wherever it'll fit. When I want to tighten up, the menu stays exactly as it is and the clock moves. I eat later. Then I eat like a man who's been told it's free. So that's no salt, no liver, no chicken and more butter. Each of those rules had somebody selling it. A sachet, a capsule, a meal-prep tub, a cutting plan. The diet that's left has nothing in it to sell, and it's the only version that ever worked.