Keto journey of 15 years: My greasy, deep-fried, carb-free life

SINGAPORE – My keto journey began 15 years ago, when I read about a new way of losing weight. Some fans made the method sound like a biohack out of a science-fiction novel. Others talked about it as if it were a game cheat code for the human body. As you can guess, among gamers and the chronically online, it became a viral hit.

Because the forums that I lurked in were mainly populated by Americans, in my head I called keto the Cult Of The Holy Bacon Strip. Its adherents grasp a fundamental contradiction – to lose fat, you have to eat fat. Another paradoxical truth – eat scraps of fat and you will gain weight, but inhale butter and cream by the cupful and, each morning, you will weigh a little less.