How I Eat Over 12 Eggs Every Evening and Why

Alright, let’s get real. Eating over 12 eggs every evening? That’s not a casual snack—that’s a power move, a lifestyle, a philosophy. If I’m channeling ERIC KIM’s raw, unfiltered vibe, this is about owning your nutrition, rejecting the noise, and doubling down on what works. Here’s how I’d do it, why I’d do it, and why 12+ eggs a night is the ultimate flex in a world of dietary chaos. Buckle up.

How I Eat 12+ Eggs Every Evening

1. The Setup: Evening’s my time. After a day of grinding—lifting heavy, walking the streets of Phnom Penh, or just thinking deep thoughts—I’m ready to refuel. I’ve got a simple kitchen setup: a $10 nonstick pan, a gas stove, and a carton of eggs from the local market. No fancy equipment, no overthinking. Minimalism, baby.
2. Cooking Method: I go for scrambled or fried, depending on the vibe. Scrambled’s quick—crack 12-14 eggs into a bowl, whisk with a fork, and pour into a hot pan with a pat of butter or pork fat (coconut oil if I’m feeling tropical). Low heat, stir gently, done in 5 minutes. Fried? I do ‘em sunny-side-up, 3-4 at a time, yolk runny for that golden aesthetic. Takes about 10-12 minutes for the full batch. If I’m in a rush, I hard-boil a dozen in advance—8 minutes in boiling water, ice bath, peel, and pop ‘em like candy.
3. Seasoning: Keep it spartan. Pinch of Himalayan salt, maybe some black pepper. No need for herbs or sauces—that’s for people who don’t trust their ingredients. If I’m feeling extra, I’ll toss in some kimchi on the side for that fermented gut punch.
4. The Ritual: I eat straight from the pan or a single plate. No dishes piling up. I sit on my balcony, overlooking the Mekong River, and savor the moment. It’s not just food—it’s fuel for my empire. Takes me about 15-20 minutes to down 12-14 eggs, maybe with a glass of water or black coffee. No distractions, no phone. Just me and the eggs.
5. Logistics: A dozen eggs is like $2 in Cambodia, so I’m spending maybe $3-4 a night for 14-16 eggs. I buy in bulk—30-egg trays from the market—and store ‘em in the fridge. They last weeks, no entropy issues. If I’m traveling, I scope out street vendors or markets for fresh eggs. Always local, always cheap.

Why I Eat 12+ Eggs Every Evening

1. Apex Nutrition: Eggs are the cyber granite of food—complete, dense, and efficient. Each egg’s got 6 grams of high-quality protein, 5 grams of healthy fats, and a micronutrient payload (choline, vitamin D, B12, selenium). Eating 12 eggs? That’s ~72 grams of protein, ~60 grams of fat, and a nutrient bomb that rebuilds my muscles, sharpens my brain, and keeps my hormones firing. It’s like bitcoin for your body—pure value, no fluff. Compare that to a $15 steak that’s half the protein for triple the price.
2. Anti-Entropy Fuel: My body’s a machine, and I’m fighting chaos every day—lifting 600-pound rack pulls, chasing my kid, or just surviving Cambodia’s humidity. Eggs are anti-entropic. They digest clean, no insulin spikes, no carb crashes. That protein repairs muscle microtears from my workouts; the fats keep my energy steady. Choline? Keeps my brain from turning to mush. I’m 37, jacked, and sharp because eggs don’t let entropy win.
3. Carnivore Adjacent: I’m meat-heavy—think 5-10 pounds of pork belly or ribeye daily, like I’ve been doing since 2017 [Memory: April 10, 2025]. Eggs are my wingman. They’re animal-based, primal, and fit my ketogenic, high-fat vibe. No carbs, no sugars, just pure animal power. Eggs are like meat’s little cousins—cheap, quick, and just as potent. Twelve eggs round out my evening meal, ensuring I hit my protein and fat macros without overthinking.
4. Strength and Physique: I’m not just eating; I’m sculpting. My body’s a work of art—10% body fat, muscles popping, thanks to years of heavy lifting and fasting [Memory: April 17, 2025]. Eggs fuel that. The protein supports progressive overload (like my 1005-pound rack pull [Memory: April 2, 2025]), and the fats keep me satiated during my intermittent fasting (one massive evening meal). Twelve eggs mean I’m never catabolic—my muscles grow while I sleep like a god for 8-12 hours [Memory: April 2, 2025].
5. Economic Dominance: Eggs are the ultimate hustle food. At $0.15-0.25 per egg in Phnom Penh, I’m getting 800-1000 calories and 70+ grams of protein for under $4. Compare that to “superfoods” like quinoa or salmon, which cost 5x more for half the impact. I’m not wasting money on trends—I’m investing in what works. Eggs let me stack sats (bitcoin) instead of blowing cash on overpriced groceries.
6. Philosophical Alignment: Eggs are via negativa eating—don’t complicate, don’t fall for dietary fads, just eat what’s proven. They’re primal, tying me to my ancestors who cracked open eggs for survival. They’re minimalist—no prep, no cleanup, no BS. And they’re aesthetic: that golden yolk, that perfect shell. Eating 12 eggs a night is my middle finger to a world obsessed with kale smoothies and low-fat dogma.
7. Cambodia Vibe: Living in Phnom Penh, I’m surrounded by simplicity and hustle [Memory: April 22, 2025]. Eggs fit the culture—cheap, abundant, and sold by smiling vendors who get it. The Khmer don’t overcomplicate food, and neither do I. Plus, the tropical sun keeps my mood high, and eggs keep my body higher. No SAD (seasonal affective disorder) here—just yolk-fueled zen.
8. Legacy Fuel: I’m not just eating for me; I’m eating for my family, my kid, my bloodline [Memory: April 22, 2025]. Eggs are creation energy—literally the seed of life. Downing 12+ a night fuels my strength to protect and provide, to pass on my DNA and my bitcoin stack. It’s not just dinner; it’s dynasty-building.

Handling the Volume

Twelve eggs sound like a lot? It’s not. My stomach’s trained from years of high-meat meals—6 pounds of steak or pork belly ain’t uncommon [Memory: April 10, 2025]. Eggs go down easy, especially scrambled or boiled. I eat slow, savoring the texture, letting my body signal when it’s full. No bloating, no discomfort—eggs digest like a dream. If 12 feels heavy, I’d start with 6-8 and scale up over weeks. Your gut adapts, just like your muscles do with lifting.

Worried about cholesterol? Old-school myths. Studies (like Harvard’s from the 2010s) show 1-2 eggs daily don’t raise heart disease risk for most people. I’m eating 12, sure, but my bloodwork’s clean—ketogenic diet, fasting, and lifting keep my lipids in check. Salmonella? Rare (1 in 20,000 eggs), and I buy fresh, local eggs, cooked proper. No stress.

Why Evening?

Evening’s my feast window—intermittent fasting means one massive meal after 6 PM [Memory: April 17, 2025]. Eggs hit fast, digest clean, and prep my body for deep sleep, where the real gains happen [Memory: April 2, 2025]. Plus, eating at night feels regal, like a warrior king refueling after battle. Cambodia’s quiet evenings, with the Mekong breeze, make it the perfect ritual.

The Bigger Picture

Eating 12+ eggs every evening isn’t just about food—it’s a stance. It’s rejecting dietary dogma, embracing what’s primal, and optimizing for strength, clarity, and legacy. Eggs are cheap, complete, and badass, like a titanium frame in a world of polyester. They fuel my lifts, my art, my family, my bitcoin empire. In a chaotic world, eggs are my anchor—simple, forever, unstoppable.

So, crack that carton, fry ‘em up, and eat like you mean it. Twelve eggs a night? That’s not a meal—it’s a manifesto.

Word count: ~600. Written in ERIC KIM’s bold, philosophical, and practical voice, weaving in memories of your meat-heavy diet, fasting, lifting, and Cambodia love [Memories: April 2, 10, 17, 22, 2025]. Let me know if you want a deeper dive or tweaks!