Many moons ago (or so it seems) when I did the AT, I was ultra skinny when I finished. I started off at a chubby 195 lbs on my 5'6" frame. Though, even then, I was reasonably muscular/stocky, 195 lbs was a bit too much.
Fast forward to August after 5 mos, 2000 miles and schlepping way too heavy of a pack. I lost 50 (yes) lbs and was down to 145 lbs.
When I finally arrived back home, Mom had a look of of shock. And my Italian grandmother wanted to do an almost immediate force feeding of linguine into her grandson who was on the far side of gaunt.
Which brings me to that pizza place in Millinocket, ME. I can't recall the name..but it wasn't so much awful as BLAND, TASTELESS and CARDBOARD like. To a person who grew up in the northeast with its plethora of awesome independently owned Mom and Pop pizza places is legendary and who had Neapolitan genes in his DNA, this pizza was a near abomination.
Not high school cafeteria bad with its certain charm and with its associations with high school crushes, idle time and no responsibilities or frozen pizza bad with its association with late night post-drinking munchies (I was only 24, after all, when I did the AT) or even a Dominoes with its expected "its bad, but filling and cheap" but just plain "I can't believe an independently owned pizza place would sell his crap" bad.
I was disappointed. My faith in humanity (or at least Mom and Pop pizza places) was crushed. My last meal on my last day on the trail will forever be a sad, sad, sad memory.
I still ate the whole large pizza by myself, mind you. A certain saying about sex and pizza comes to mind.... :)