Pizza, I Cannot Love You Anymore

I have had a long time love affair with pizza. I just LOVE pizza. Saturday I walked into a pizza place to buy some drinks for myself and 4 other fun thirsty gals and oh my heavens, the smell of what could possibly only be the most delicious pizza cooking overwhelmed my nostrils immediately. Without ever tasting it, I just knew that the pizza in this place was divine. Delicious. Did you ever smell something so good that it made your mouth water? Yep, uh huh, this pizza smelled THAT good. OH MY. Tempted as I was I purchased 5 drinks and headed out the door. I may or may not have looked back with longing regret as I passed through the exit door. I'm not telling.

As luck would have it I ended up getting home so late that there was no time to cook dinner and my husband asked me to pick up some Little Caesar's pizza on the way home. "Pizza??? Okay." she says forgetting about all the working out and healthy eating. So I did. I WANT to say I was good. I had two slices and 2 small cheese sticks and that was it. It was mighty yummy and super cheesy. Yes and thank you. My mind wanted more but being the wildly self controlled wonder woman that I am I told myself no. Surprisingly, I obeyed the healthy me's command to just stop right there and I am so glad that I did.

It didn't take long for my tummy to turn on me. After eating pretty healthy for a couple of months and not having any poo in my system pizza did not turn my organs on. AT ALL. Oh the stomach ache. Do we even want to talk about the bloating? Uh, no I didn't think so. I felt horrible! "Oh my dear beloved pizza, how could you do this to me?" It was Saturday evening when all of this occurred. Sunday night I still felt bloated and achy. Are you kidding me? I felt like there was goo in my veins, really, I kid not. How could something I have loved to eat for sooooo many wonderful years hurt my tummy like that? Truly, I felt horrible. Betrayed by my beloved pizza. Hmph!

Last night I came to the conclusion that I am simply going to have to break off my love affair with pizza. Yes, I said it. No more pizza for this gal, unless there is a National Pizza Holiday or something. Then of course, I would feel obliged to eat me some pizza. Maybe just one slice? I wouldn't want to offend anyone or anything......wink wink.

So alas, I have decided and set my mind to no more pizza. Cold turkey baby, I'm quitting pizza. Oh, I'm having a Brokeback Mountain flashback..."I can't quit you."....... AH, but I must. Pizza, you've been a good friend to me. I have enjoyed eating you through the years but now you make me feel terrible.... for days. So I have to say goodbye....... I want to say I will miss you but just thinking about that tummy ache and bloated blah feeling you gave me, well....frankly I don't think so.

Stolen water is sweet; food eaten in secret is delicious!" -Proverbs 9:17 That just cracked me up this morning.....

Jenn