I want to say it was 2016, I had gotten a bunch of wagyu and the ribeye was like eating a stick of butter. The aftermath was almost like having a bad experience with tequila. It was actually about 3 years before I could even eat a ribeye again which has always been my favorite steak. It was like of like the culmination of years of obsessive barbecuing rich meats and finding richer and richer beef and heritage pork to cook up put me over the edge. I burned myself out on high test craft beers at some point too. Then I got into the whole super hot pepper and sauce thing. The system was crying uncle. I’ve been doing 16-18 hour fasts for quite a while essentially eating one meal in the evening. Have found my appetite for the finer things in life returning.