Pizza, The Unsavory Jerk

Dear Pizza, We're breaking up. Love, Teyie

This jerk (and a hectic work schedule) is what hath torn us apart for so many days.  I should have known by the birthmark and grimace that this guy was bad news.  I am a terrible judge of character, though.  He looked so delicious! He also made some kind of "I won't hurt you promise" that I trusted completely.

HE LIED. HE LIED SO INCREDIBLY MUCH.

Saturday night my besties, Mr. Husband and I treked up to Los Angeles to see an amazing comedy show.  I ate healthy all day until after the show when it was 1:30 am and we were all starving.  We hit up a Denny's off the side of the freeway for some late night snackery.  I managed to eat as healthy as one can at Denny's (whole wheat pancakes, turkey bacon, egg whites, fresh fruit and coffee to help with the drive home).  The real trouble came the next day when, after going to bed at about 4:30 am, I was exhausted, lazy and wearing my cranky pants.  We decided on pizza for lunch so I didn't have to cook. 

I learned something that night: after weeks of healthy food, my body now rebels against crappy food and those who eat it (ME)!  Not only was I disappointed that I'd made a poor choice, but my stomach had to say "I told you so" about a billion times before it was satisfied I was sorry enough.  Lesson learned, my friends!  Pizza is now an enemy (unless I make a healthy version).

All in all the weekend was totally worth it.  I love my friends and live comedy! Plus, I learned a valuable lesson to help my on my journey: fatty comfort foods = gastrointestinal discomfort foods now.