Pizza day

   Since the 19th of Jan I have been faithful to David. I have done everything he has told me. I have cut out carbs after 5pm. I have increased my protein. I have increased my fruit and veggie intake. I have even changed my attitude, most of the time. But today I was presented with a problem … lunch. More specifically, pizza. I once shot a man for the last piece of pepperoni pizza. That's a lie, it was sausage. But you get the idea. I LOVE MY PIZZA.

   Think about it …let's break it down. Meat, grain, veggie's and fruit's(tomatoes, yes I'm reaching). It's got it all. So really I'm doing my body a favor. But I guess after the 4th slice the above argument loses some steam. 

   But I don’t feel too bad (figuratively speaking of course, physically speaking I feel like a stuffed tick) because I HAVE been faithful to the cause. My cause. After all it is all about me and the way I FEEL not look. Because as we know beauty is skin deep and you are as young as you feel and don’t judge a book by its cover and … F that … where’s the pizza ? ! ? ! ? 

   By the way … David does not know of my Blog and is not on Face Book, hence my balls to post this