... and on my birthday, I intend to be BAAAAADDDDD! ;-) With breakfast I intend to open a bottle of Veuve Cliquot. I think i'll have eggs benedict, but i'm not entirely committed to it yet. For dinner, lobster tail, maybe artichoke hearts, and i'm actually considering picking up some organic sweet-corn. Home-made ice cream after, of course. But I haven't decided if i'll make a tiny cherry pie or get a small watermelon -- we haven't had either for a long time.
When we become adults (and get beyond that count-every-penny stage), we have a tendency to treat ourselves more regularly to things that used to be rare. Then, of course, they tend to become mundane things rather than real "treats"! When I think of the things I used to eat in my twenties...! My blood-sugar rises merely from the contemplation of it.
It's certainly no privation, eating the way I do nowadays, most of the time: beef ribeye, filet mignon, rack of lamb, spareribs, wild-caught seafood, butter and rich sauces, asparagus and other low-carb vegetables, cream-based desserts occasionally.... I feel better and suffer less bloating by strictly limiting fruit, so fruit becomes SPECIAL. A treat.
This is what fruit should be, in my opinion -- an occasional and seasonal splurge, not a three-times-a-day common occurrence.
So the rather modest carb-binge that's going to occur will be that "rare treat" which only another low-carber can appreciate. When a lot of my contemporaries would have a sugary, artificially-flavored cake and ice-cream, rife with industrial-seed-oils, my unaccustomed taste-buds will be reveling in their [gasp] fructose frenzy! I think I can safely guarantee that i'll enjoy mine much more than they will theirs.