Day 224 was Mother's Day, so on my way back to Atlanta from the beach I met my parents in Columbia and took them to lunch.
I've taken them out separately before (I took my Dad out for the blog, as a matter of fact). I'm pretty sure that was the first time I'd ever taken them both out together; I remember finding the bill to be quick shocking.
That's not what this blog is about, though.
Lunch wasn't too terribly eventful. I told my parents all about the trip to Panama and Lindsay's birthday weekend, all while stuffing my face, knowing that I was headed into a vacation detox the next day.
I went to the grocery store upon my return to Atlanta and Day 224's thing I've never done before was to purchase items from the produce aisle only.
This wasn't particularly difficult and it made for a very colorful shopping cart. Like I did when I went vegetarian, I bought nearly every last fruit and vegetable in the place, so while the trip was quick, it wasn't cheap.
"You seem really healthy," the grocery bagger said to me as he loaded all of the produce into my canvas bags.
If only he knew that I'd been frying my skin in sun for two weeks, playing flip cup for 48 hours, and smoking cigars the night before.
I did feel good about my purchases, ready to get back to work and my regular life. But as the next week of blog entries will demonstrate, the produce-only shopping turned out to be the easiest part of what became one of the worst diet experiences of my life.