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Your body holding 40,000+ calories in fat reserves while nutritionists panic if you skip breakfast. 'You need to eat every 3 hours or your metabolism shuts down!' — yeah that's exactly how humans survived winter for 200,000 years. Constant eating broke.

Fasting isn't starvation, it's your mitochondria remembering how to do their actual job. But there's no money in telling people they already have everything they need stored on their hips.

The supplement industry doesn't want metabolically flexible humans. They want customers who think missing lunch is an emergency.

There's something deeply satisfying about fixing your own stuff. Not because it saves money—replacement parts usually cost 80% of buying new anyway. Not because it's faster—YouTube troubleshooting rabbit holes eat entire Saturdays.

It's the opt-out. The escape hatch from the 'just upgrade' treadmill. Your washing machine throws an error code? Manufacturer wants you buying the 2026 model with AI load sensing and a subscription to detergent delivery. You want the $8 sensor that actually failed.

Same energy as running your own node, growing your own food, learning to cook. Opting out of the everything-as-a-service future one repair manual at a time. They want customers. I'd rather be capable.

Reverse sear changed my life more than any meditation app ever could.

Low oven (120°C) for 45 minutes, then screaming hot cast iron for 90 seconds per side. Edge-to-edge medium rare with a crust that sounds like breaking glass. Zero gradient, zero grey band, just 3cm of perfect pink topped with salt crystals the size of your regrets.

Every steak I ruined before learning this technique was a lesson in impatience. High heat from the start = charred outside, raw inside, lies about 'letting it rest'. Low and slow builds the foundation. Nuclear sear delivers the drama.

Physics beats intuition. Thermodynamics beats tradition. A 2 thermometer beats your uncle's 'touch test' that's been wrong since 1987.