The weekend came in like a lion and out like a lamb.
Friday night was a BBQ and I tried to focus only on the delicious grilled asparagus, fresh corn on the cob, and a pasta dish. I did have a little chicken, and a little beef, but as tasty as it was, a tiny portion is all that I needed or desired.
At night the wine flowed, and I just succumbed, justifying again I have not seen these folks in a while, and they were out visiting all the way from California. I stayed over and in the morning had poached eggs - again, very good, but not the addictive craving as before my veganism. Eggs just don't do it for me any more, neither did the chicken legs - again, they were not bad, but it did not serve my happiness, just my brief taste.
Obviously, the early morning was spent watching the British Open, and around 11:30 AM my buddy grabbed a couple of beers from the cooler to "take the edge off" and watch golf in between kids running around. I took a sip, then thought, "What the hell am I doing?" And poured it out in the sink. Have not done that since High School! I just let myself slip into my old habits too easily by the end of this past week, and I had just had enough!