Contest: The Best and The Worst
The Prize:
Vital Omegas. Fantastic fish fat. They’re good for you. You know you need them. Win this contest and you’ll get three, count it three, bottles of omega 3s.
The Contest:
Primal is sunshine and walks on the beach and filet mignons and lobster. But it is also toe bruises and no more donuts and unresolved arguments with vegan friends. Inspired by Tim Conrad’s meet and greet forum thread, in the comments section below, tell people what, in your experience, is the best part of living Primal and what is the worst part of living Primal.
Here are a few examples:
Best: The looks I get from people checking out my newly toned body.
Worst: The looks I get from people checking out my weird Vibrams.
Best: My IBS has all but disappeared since going Primal.
Worst: On the few occasions when I indulge in grains, I can feel the negative effects more than ever.
Best: More bacon
Worst: Fewer tacos
Remember folks, brevity is the soul of wit, or something thereabouts. One winner will be selected at random.
The Deadline:
Midnight, tonight. It’s gonna happen!
Who is Eligible:
This one is only available to residents of Guam. If you live outside Guam, you can still win this prize, but you will be given a frown of disapproval for entering a contest you clearly know only to be open to residents of Guam.
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Best: My results are far better than any verbal retort.
Worst: Finding nitrite-free bacon/grass-fed beef on a rock in the middle of the Atlantic ocean.
Best: The way my relationship has improved due to the level of calm, and relaxation I feel.
Worst: Watching my boyfriend eat fancy pastries from my favorite artisan bakery
The Best: Feeling great when I can stay on track.
The Worst: Feeling even worse than before when the Primal train gets derailed.
I like FOOD again! There is no downside!
Best: aches and pains just go away
Worst: living in a country where I can’t find good BACON!!!
Best : Fitting back into my pre-pregnancy jeans after 12 weeks post prego – (after 3 kids in 4 years)
Worst: That the “rest of the world” makes it so difficult.
Best: wife has really noticed!
Worst: giving up deep dish pizza.
BEST: You and your missus. Loincloths. Clamshells. Leg of buffalo. Think of the roleplaying opportunities!
WORST: The sternly-worded letters from the Parks Department concerning all the sledgehammer damage to their lawns.
Best: Completely cleared my cystic acne, dropped 7% body fat and cured my hypothyrodism.
Worst: Choosing what mouth watering, juicy, grass plumped, fat as animal I want to eat next. I find it hard to stop demolishing whole chickens.
Best of all I am only 18 years old, I know I have one hell of a healthy life for me now! No grain, insulin raising rubbish, if it’s green or had a face, let me at it
BEST: Eating in a way that makes me entirely content… and know that it is right.
WORST: Watching those you know and love harm their bodies with “healthy” conventional foods, and knowing that they think they’re doing the right thing (yet, would think of you as ‘preachy’ were you to share what you know!). “Ignorance is bliss!”
BEST: My hunger feeling satisfied for long periods of time.
WORST: Having to floss much more because of the meat stuck between my teeth.
Best: It makes me COOK real food instead of randomly falling back on “lets just go get a pizza”
Worst: Less Pizza! (probably my favorite food ever!) and trying to discuss lectins, types of fats and the anti-nutrients of grain with my father and sister.
Best: I can eat all the fried food I want! (with nut “breading”)
Worst: I have to cook to meals every night- one primal, one with potatoes, pasta, or rice.
Best: Living to 100+
Worst: Putting more money into my pension to live until 100+
Best: I’m tackling the symptoms of my hormone imbalance, head-on and drug-free!
Worst: Everyone’s calling me Wilma Flintstone…