Yesterday, I considered bringing coffee back into the carnivore lineup. Abandoning the trail map of all my past, resolute footsteps, I was unsure if I really wanted to leave my coffee companion behind. Yet, in that hesitant sip from a mug artfully designed with Starbuck's Memphis, I found all the reasons why I should not pour a second cup for the rest of 2020. My stomach bemoaned the bitter brew, no longer tempered by Kerrygold!

That was that, full speed ahead—so I thought. However, the end of the day marked the return of beef jerky and Diet Coke, as I fell backward off the climb. Now, you might think that this isn't a big infraction, but I'm beginning to put more stock that in how the taste of sweetness affects my mind and in turn my body. Look, there's always a balance that occurs, if my body doesn't react to sweetness than why do I want it in the first place? Payoffs gotta be paid.

Thus, today, I shake the dirt off and clap vigorously my hands together. I'm abandoning my desire for sweetness. I've got this.

2021 is coming.