The All-Pizza Diet
Freshly returned from running four miles on Wednesday night, my sister decreed we should have pizza for dinner. “Just order some,” she said, tossing some money my way.
And so Bellagio’s it was that night.
The next morning I made ready to go to work again, and grabbed a slice of cold pizza to accompany my breakfast. At work, where I was hanging out in a room full of credit cards just in case something went catastrophically wrong, I remembered that it had been decided the previous day that we would order pizza for lunch. Never one to turn down good pizza from Hot Lip’s, I managed to eat a few pieces.
On my way home, the million dollars worth of credit cards on their way across the country in the back of a UPS truck, I returned my younger brother’s call from earlier in the day. “I’m at Rocco’s,” he said. “I’ll meet you there,” I replied, for some reason. So, for dinner, I had another slice of pizza.
This morning, just for kicks, I had another piece of leftover pizza for breakfast. For the past thirty hours or so, the only non-pizza based solid food I’ve consumed was the nachos we had on Thursday night at the theater.
So much for getting a head-start on my plan for health living.
