Food was tricky, not gonna sugarcoat it. See what I did there? I had only eaten a teeny tiny breakfast before leaving early Saturday morning, and for some reason kept pushing through the drive without stopping for lunch even though my tummy was a-rumbling. By the time I got to my aunt and uncle's house around 2pm, I was starving. I pretty much marched in, dropped my bag, and announced I NEED FOOD. My cousin and I went out for sandwiches and then I was able to think a little more clearly.
It was weird. I haven't had one of those episodes in a long time—where I patently decide that I'm going to put off eating as long as possible just 'cause. I wasn't trying to restrict, I wasn't trying to lose weight, and I wasn't even pre-restricting in anticipation of a big meal or anything. I just didn't want to eat, and I got this creepy satisfaction out of the sick, empty, hungry feeling. Yuck.
Anyway, my aunt had a big Easter meal planned for Sunday afternoon before I left. I did a pretty good job of loading a fairly balanced meal onto my plate while managing to avoid most of the scary stuff, but I still felt stuffed and icky afterwards. Then of course, I had to get back in the car and spend the rest of the day on my butt driving 350 miles south back to College City. I got home around 9, hungry again, and spent the next two hours agonizing over what to eat.
So there were positives and negatives, I suppose. I had a wonderful time with my family. Plus, it was a big deal for me to make such a spontaneous trip, especially when I knew there'd be a big Easter meal on Sunday. But I dealt with it, ate what was put in front of me, and tried to remember that weekends like these are about more than food.