Day 30: Don't Leave Everything To Be Crowded Into The Very Last Minute

Sunday was a slower day. Although people got up at about the same time as the day prior, the pace was pretty relaxed. Breakfast was going to be a light affair before heading off to a restaurant late-morning for a more filling Sunday brunch, followed by the family's departure for home. (I live closer to the cabin than they do, so I could spend a bit more time there.) Light breakfast for them was coffee, danishes, doughnuts, and sugared cereal.

I found out that after I went to bed last night, my nieces wanted dessert. They had pretty healthy appetites at the restaurant last night, but it didn't surprise me that they were suffering a case of the munchies. That was pretty much what I was seeing all weekend.

The next morning they gave me my indulgence—a slice of banana cream pie they saved from last night's snack attack. I managed to take only a sliver of the piece and let one of my nieces finish it off.

Although I never minded banana cream pie before, I just found it to be not thrilling. I think part of my reaction was because I was hoping for something else. Another part was a bit disappointed that I wasn't able to partake in the experience with the rest of the family. A third reason I was bothered because it didn't taste as fabulous as I thought it should have after not having sweets for a whole month. It wasn't rich. It wasn't flavorful. It was blah.

Around 11am we headed off to a restaurant that I knew my family would like. It was a place where you can enjoy an "All You Can Eat Breakfast" for a relatively low price. And they took full advantage of it.

I looked at my plate compared to theirs. Before PCP, I probably would have eaten as much as them. During PCP, I sat there with small portion of scrambled eggs, a bowl of fruit, a triangle of cinnamon raisin french toast (no syrup), a triangle of apple french toast (no syrup), a glass of milk, and a few home-fry potatoes. Granted, it wasn't the best PCP meal, but I didn't think it was too bad. Boy was I wrong! The food sat like a lump in my stomach.

After they were sated, we left the restaurant and said our good-byes. My family headed for their respective homes and my partner and I went back to the camp. When we got there I had to immediately head for the bathroom. The "food" didn't not agree with me at all. It went through my system faster than a bullet train!

It was just starting afternoon and I was tired, so I laid down for a quick nap. When I got up about an hour later, my partner and I went to visit one of his relatives who had a cabin just down the road from ours.

While we were there, they offered us some ice cream. Now this is the indulgence I had been waiting for! I asked that they just give a tiny bit, about half a scoop (since I had already had a sliver of banana cream pie earlier). The flavor was called "Birthday Bash."

This was sweetness overload! I am so glad that I only asked for a little. Any more would have been far too much!

It was a very enlightening weekend. Between watching my family, recognizing the patterns of behavior I use to exhibit, and eating foods which would probably amount to a number of indulgences, I have to admit that I was glad to be home with my simple PCP menu. Yeah, it may be simple but it has a heck of a lot more flavor than some of the non-PCP stuff I sampled.

And I like it that way.