From vegan to carnivore

A couple of weeks ago, I shared a post on Nostr about my curiosity surrounding the carnivore diet. As someone who spent over 20 years as a vegetarian — including five strict vegan years — it’s been a wild shift. I’d been reading a lot about the diet’s potential benefits, especially for reducing fatigue and inflammation, and wondered if it could help me as a runner and a woman constantly battling low energy.

What I didn’t expect was how fascinating, hilarious, and downright strange this journey would be, especially as someone who grew up in Berlin, where meat-eaters are often seen as the enemy. Let me walk you through my experience, from meat aversion to savoring steak, and everything in between.

Why I became vegetarian

To understand my shift, you need to know where I came from. I grew up in Berlin in a household that valued high-quality food, including meat. My parents ate meat, but only the good stuff — local, organic, free from antibiotics. Still, I just didn’t like the taste of it. Even as a kid, I avoided meat whenever I could, and since most of my friends were vegetarian too, it felt completely normal.

When I moved to London in 2015, I took things further and went fully vegan. Why? Well, two reasons:

1. Ethics & costs: seeing a whole chicken priced at £3 made me question the source and quality of animal products in general. Eggs, dairy — where was this stuff even coming from?
2. Health beliefs: I was convinced I was lactose intolerant, so cutting dairy seemed like a no-brainer.

Back then, I was broke and couldn't afford organic groceries, so I stuck to a clean, whole-food, plant-based diet. No fake cheese or vegan "meat" substitutes - just veggies, grains, and nuts. It wasn't bad, but in hindsight, I realize I was often bloated and never truly satiated.

Back then, I was broke and couldn’t afford organic groceries, so I stuck to a clean, whole-food, plant-based diet. No fake cheese or vegan “meat” substitutes — just veggies, grains, and nuts. It wasn’t bad, but in hindsight, I realize I was often bloated and never truly satiated.

Returning to eggs and fish

After a couple of years, I moved back to Berlin and started reintroducing eggs and fish into my diet. The change was immediate. I felt more awake and energized, and I began to notice how different foods made me feel. It wasn’t just about ideology anymore — it was about what my body needed.

Around this time, a friend stayed at my flat and threw out all the “junk” in my kitchen: seed oils, processed foods, and anything overly refined. In their place, they stocked my shelves with high-quality, nutrient-dense options. It was a turning point, but it still took me another year to reintroduce dairy. Cheese came first, but I avoided milk and yogurt for a long time, clinging to plant-based alternatives (minus soy — I’d given up on that).

The Berlin steak

The real game-changer came this past September, a few weeks before I flew to Argentina. After years of avoiding meat, I decided to take the leap in Berlin, with the only three people I know who love meat that time.  I can still picture the scene. It was a cozy restaurant with friends who were as curious as I was about how this experiment would go. When the steak arrived, I was nervous - excited but hesitant. Cutting into it, I couldn't help but wonder, "Is this going to mess me up? Will I even like it?" To my surprise, it was good. Really good. And for the first time in years, I felt full. Not bloated, not "I guess I ate something" full - but deeply, truly satisfied. That moment shattered so many of my mental barriers around meat. I didn't feel guilty, and more importantly, my body didn't rebel. It felt fine. It felt great, even. That steak opened the door. A couple of weeks later, I boarded a plane to South America, ready to take this experiment to the next level.

The South American meat adventure

Landing in Argentina — the global capital of steak — I knew this was the perfect place to dive deeper into my carnivore journey. Here, meat isn’t just food; it’s culture, art, and community. Surrounded by people who were thrilled to guide me, I started trying different cuts, exploring flavors, and, for the first time, cooking meat for myself.

What surprised me most was the quality. The meat here isn’t just any meat — it’s grass-fed, tender, and bursting with flavor. Every cut offered something new, and I began to see steak as more than “just meat.” It became a source of nourishment and enjoyment in a way I never thought possible.

At the same time, other small shifts began happening. I stopped drinking almond milk after realizing it was packed with seed oils, switching back to real milk. I traded plant-based yogurt for the real thing. Each step felt natural, and my body responded with more energy and clarity.

The struggles

Not everything has been smooth sailing, though. One night, we went to a restaurant offering endless meat, including more adventurous options like chicken hearts. My friends encouraged me to try, but my brain wasn’t having it. Even wrapped in lettuce to disguise the texture, I couldn’t get past the mental block. Baby steps, right?

Two months into eating meat, I feel stronger than ever. I’m not constantly hungry, and for the first time, I’ve experienced what it feels like to be truly full after a meal. It’s a complete 180 from my vegan days, where I often felt bloated yet unsatisfied.

This journey has been as much about unlearning old beliefs as it has been about embracing new habits. While I’m still working on organ meats (maybe one day!), I’m excited to see where this path takes me.

To anyone considering a similar shift, I’ll say this: Listen to your body, take it one step at a time, and don’t be afraid to challenge your assumptions. My journey isn’t about proving one diet is better than another — it’s about finding what works for me.

Whether you’re a meat-lover or a lifelong vegetarian, I’d love to hear your thoughts. Have you ever tried a radical dietary change? What did you learn?Let’s keep the conversation going — meat or no meat!