When it perfectly normal to panfry your bacon in butter and the resulting grease is considered to be manna.
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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As some background: Been Primal for a little over two months. Had some friends visit for a long weekend and ate pizza, burgers with the bun, and all sorts of horrible things, and I realized.....
...you know you're Primal when, after "cheating" on SAD "treats" for a few days, not only do you feel like crap and decide it totally wasn't worth it, but you come to the horrifying realization that not too long ago you considered the slow, bloated, tired way you currently feel to be normal. o_O
Edited to Add: And something a bit more in the funny spirit of the original thread..this happened a bit after I made the original post.
You know you're Primal when, upon hearing your friend tell you that she cuts the fat off of her pork chops, you exclaim "but that's the best part!" with such passion that she literally scoots her chair back in fear.
Last edited by AvatarAbe; 10-24-2012 at 04:35 PM.
YKYPW your idea of a seriously horrible, "OMG, how could I eat something so bad for me?", cheat food is a Larabar.
when you think it should be a crime and defimation of character to the pumkin when pumpkin poptarts, and pumpkin pringels are in the store. l
when you ask your friends and cowokers to save you the yummy innards of the pumkin their carving up.