Peanut Butter, again

I had peanut butter this morning. And not by the spoonful. I spread chunky peanut butter on two rice cakes and topped them with sliced banana for a version of Elvis’s favorite sandwich (for reference, I grew listening to Elvis and learning about him because my mother is from Memphis and met him in HS). The peanut butter cravings have gone away. However, I woke this morning saying I wanted soft-serve ice cream. This would mean a twist in a cup. When ice cream trucks offer gluten-free cones then I can have it in a cone, but no one really needs those extra calories. Instead of planning when I would go the ice cream truck near my house, I asked myself, “Why do I want soft-serve?” The answer that came back was “escape.” “Escape from what?” I thought. In a few weeks, thanks to my mom living nearby and having an amazing relationship with her granddaughter I am going on a mini me, myself, and I vacation. My mind was telling me that a couple of weeks was too far off, I needed an escape NOW. So, I made plans to go to the new coffee spot around the corner this afternoon and sit in their patio reading the stack of magazines I have and sipping an iced coffee drink. Now I am looking forward to my mini escape and not a calorie and sugar-laden soft-serve twist in a cup.