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I started thinking about it around 3 pm today. It's oooey gooey cheesiness and warm, soft crust. It's tangy zip of sauce from my favorite pizza joint, which serves a pizza so large that you make it a meal for nearly 3 days. It's aroma was in my mind. I had a snack to ease the pain. Peanuts did not suffice. I wanted pizza. There would be only one cure for this craving, I knew.
My BF and I love it and we both knew when I mentioned it that we both wanted it. He came to my work at the end of the day to help me out with something and when we were getting in our respective cars, he said, "So where are we headed?" I said, "Home," and annoyingly dragged my butt to my car to head home to some sort of ground beef concoction. So we came home and we had a problem. The landlord was doing work in one of the units of our building and the place stunk of paint thinner so badly that we knew we couldn't stay. We opened all the windows and left to eat out.
I wanted to take the plunge into pizza heaven. A long day, a harcore craving, not being able to go home because the house was chemically laden with poisonous gas. What better reason could there be?
But I knew tomorrow I would be out of ketosis. Three more days to get back in. I would not be losing any weight for the next several days. I would probably wake up with pizza leftovers and just wanna go for it, cause that's what happens when you cheat once.
But instead, we went to Texas Roadhouse and feasted. Dr. A said if you need to binge and you're going to binge, he'd rather it be on legal foods than illegal foods. So that's what I did. We had caesar salad and bunless burgers and steak with steamed veggies and peanuts. I had two diet cokes.
So, I'm stuffed and I'm home and I bypassed the pizza craving. My birthday is in a few weeks, I always gift myself of eating whatever I want on my birthday. But dang it, I WILL hold off until then. Pizza will be there the rest of my life. A slice is always waiting, little demons of steam swirling off of it and wafting into your nose, fanning the flames of your temptation and deepest pizza desires.
Damn you, sweet pizza. Damn you to ****. But even with all of the tasteful delights you offer, I can hold my head high tonight, albeit a bit shaky and look you in your greasy pepperoni eye and say, "This battle, I have won this time, you harbinger of fat, you opener of doors to self loathing and depression. Tonight, I have won. So get back into your firey caverns of the deepest recess of **** and just stew in your own delicious aromatic juices until you rear your ugly head to tempt me yet again to engage with your ranks of heathenry."
Victory is mine!
My BF and I love it and we both knew when I mentioned it that we both wanted it. He came to my work at the end of the day to help me out with something and when we were getting in our respective cars, he said, "So where are we headed?" I said, "Home," and annoyingly dragged my butt to my car to head home to some sort of ground beef concoction. So we came home and we had a problem. The landlord was doing work in one of the units of our building and the place stunk of paint thinner so badly that we knew we couldn't stay. We opened all the windows and left to eat out.
I wanted to take the plunge into pizza heaven. A long day, a harcore craving, not being able to go home because the house was chemically laden with poisonous gas. What better reason could there be?
But I knew tomorrow I would be out of ketosis. Three more days to get back in. I would not be losing any weight for the next several days. I would probably wake up with pizza leftovers and just wanna go for it, cause that's what happens when you cheat once.
But instead, we went to Texas Roadhouse and feasted. Dr. A said if you need to binge and you're going to binge, he'd rather it be on legal foods than illegal foods. So that's what I did. We had caesar salad and bunless burgers and steak with steamed veggies and peanuts. I had two diet cokes.
So, I'm stuffed and I'm home and I bypassed the pizza craving. My birthday is in a few weeks, I always gift myself of eating whatever I want on my birthday. But dang it, I WILL hold off until then. Pizza will be there the rest of my life. A slice is always waiting, little demons of steam swirling off of it and wafting into your nose, fanning the flames of your temptation and deepest pizza desires.
Damn you, sweet pizza. Damn you to ****. But even with all of the tasteful delights you offer, I can hold my head high tonight, albeit a bit shaky and look you in your greasy pepperoni eye and say, "This battle, I have won this time, you harbinger of fat, you opener of doors to self loathing and depression. Tonight, I have won. So get back into your firey caverns of the deepest recess of **** and just stew in your own delicious aromatic juices until you rear your ugly head to tempt me yet again to engage with your ranks of heathenry."
Victory is mine!
I did this the first go around and it never affected me. I love supreme pizza and ate it without the crust. Please don't fuss at me if I shouldn't have said this. I am just wondering 
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