I may have a problem. Since last Wednesday, I cannot stop thinking about, dreaming about, and finally eating p-i-z-z-a. Maybe if I spell it out*, my brain will not register the temptation? So, back to Wednesday: (picture Wayne and Garth as they prepare for dream sequence.)
This was the day after my fateful and near-fatal tire rupture on I-95. (Ok, so maybe it wasn't that bad, but I like to add a few alliterative adjectives for dramatic affect.) At lunchtime, a co-worker drove me to Sears to retrieve the car with its brand new tire. Sears happens to be in a "town center" (i.e. outdoor mall) which has several eateries, and since I had a craving for p-i-z-z-a, I went to Carmines and picked a delectable Sicilian slice with a beautiful piece of fresh mozzarella cheese and a lovely leaf of basil on top. It. was. Delicious!! Too delicious! If the "town center" were closer to work, I would have gone back for a mid-afternoon snack, but luckily it is 15 minutes or so away.
...So I had to wait until after work. Yes, I returned to the shop for a second wonderful slice, but alas, they were out of the Sicilian. That did not stop me, of course. I opted for a chicken alfredo slice which did not quite satiate my craving.
On Thursday, leftover p-i-z-z-a was placed in the kitchen. Some of the slices had green peppers, olives, onions, and tomatoes piled on top, so it took little time for me to convince myself that it was practically a salad. With sauce. and cheese. and crust. and, under all those healthy veggies, about a quarter pound of sausage and pepperoni. (Honestly, I didn't know that was there!! If so, I may have hesitated for approximately 30 more seconds.) As it stands, I inhaled that "salad" in about 2.7 seconds. But at least my craving was over right??
Wrong. Today, I innocently decided that the recycling should not wait until the weekend, so I put the stuff in the car this morning for lunchtime transport. I got all the way through the process, and started to head back to the office when I realized that I was fairly close to the "town center" again. And...I finally had my second slice of that Sicilian. Oh so good. Oh so high in calories. But oh so good. Do you think they put heroine or nicotine in the sauce??
Tomorrow I will eat my soup. Really. I hope.
*This technique is blatently stolen from Jen Lancaster's new book "Such a Pretty Fat". This girl is hilarious in her blog and her book, and I can't wait to read her other two books.