A Determined Shift From Illness To Keto-Carnivore Health
I once stood on a cliff’s edge of chronic disease, taking twenty prescriptions a day while my weight and blood chemistry spiraled. My cousin and a close friend insisted I view every symptom—rising glucose, relentless hunger, swollen joints—as evidence of one root problem: addiction to carbohydrates. Their urging led me to bariatric surgeon Dr Robert Cywes, whose tele-medicine coaching reframed carbs as a substance no different from alcohol or narcotics for someone with my metabolic profile. That perspective struck me as both sobering and lifesaving.

My goals were crystal clear. I intended to reverse type-2 diabetes, adrenal insufficiency, stage-two hypertension and sky-high uric-acid levels that had already caused a septic episode when a gout-laden kidney stone lodged in my ureter. I wanted off the insulin pump that delivered 160 units of Humalog each day, off the nightly 50-unit Lantus injections, off blood-pressure drugs like metoprolol and lisinopril, off tricor, pravastatin, Lovaza and allopurinol. I was weary of prednisone, weary of a CPAP mask, weary of specialists telling me non-alcoholic fatty-liver disease was irreversible.

Confronting A Catalogue Of Crises
Tumors had cost me a radical hysterectomy and the removal of one adrenal gland. Uric-acid overload turned my joints volcanic. Acute pancreatitis struck because I required twenty pancreatic-enzyme capsules every day merely to digest. Each flare left me more frightened that the next complication might finish me.

Dr Cywes taught me to treat sugar and starch as poison. I adopted a low-carb, high-fat approach immediately, tightening it over months until the template became fully keto-carnivore: two rich, nutrient-dense meals inside a sixteen-hour daily fast. An omelet heavy with butter and cheese might open the eating window; a rib-eye capped the night. Snacking vanished because any extra bite once triggered the emotional circuitry of my former addiction.

Medical Metrics In Free-Fall Toward Normal
Within weeks insulin needs plummeted. Within months I stepped away from the pump entirely, then from the basal injections, then from every glucose-lowering drug. My A1C, once 8.1, now reads 5.1. Triglycerides fell from three hundred to fifty-nine milligrams per deciliter. Blood pressure that once demanded 200 mg metoprolol tartrate and 40 mg lisinopril now hovers at 118⁄72 with no pharmaceutical help. Uric-acid readings dropped from nine to 4.6; the gout evaporated and allopurinol disappeared from the pillbox.

Dress sizes told their own story: a baggy size 22 to a comfortable size 8. I walk thirty minutes every day, not for weight-loss but to delight in a body that no longer careens toward collapse. Non-alcoholic fatty liver disease resolved; ultrasound shows healthy tissue. Sleep apnea receded until the CPAP became unnecessary. Morning clarity replaced the fog I once thought permanent.

The Daily Practice And The Mental Battle
My kitchen revolves around animal foods: beef, lamb, pork, eggs and butter. The sixteen-hour fast anchors discipline; eating windows remain joyful, satisfying and free of guilt. I still mourn birthday cake or warm bread now and then. When nostalgia rises my support network steps in, reminding me a single slice reopens a door I fought too hard to close. I picture the pump needles, the swollen joints, the threat of septic shock, and the craving fades.

Four years in, the fear of carbohydrates has transformed into respect—respect for their power to resurrect every pathology I have buried. That respect keeps me steadfast. I cry sometimes, of course, but tears never outweigh the thrill of a normal lab report or the ease of lacing sneakers without gasping.

Living Proof And A Call To Share
Physicians once told me these diseases required lifelong pharmaceuticals. They were wrong. The keto-carnivore, low-carb high-fat lifestyle healed a body they believed unfixable. Because of that, I feel compelled to coach others, to spread what I have learned about metabolic addiction and dietary freedom. If my story pulls one person back from the brink of insulin dependence or uncontrolled hypertension, the struggle will have been doubly worthwhile.

​To anyone beginning this path: commit before you debate. The first step is not desire but decision. Once you cross the line, desire gathers behind you like wind in a sail. Keto-carnivore nutrition is not an experiment for me; it is a covenant with health, renewed at every meal of eggs, butter and sizzling meat.

Disclaimer: These testimonials are from people who shared their success stories on keto carnivore diet which is Revero’s nutrition therapy method. They are not from actual Revero patients. Clinical results are not guaranteed and outcomes are specific to each patient.