Pizza Pitfall



My Big Greedy Bite

Today's intake was the exact replica of yesterday's plus the damn pizza pizza for dinner and minus the Subway. Hubby stopped on the way home and picked it up. I had not been faced with the temptation of pizza in a while. They weren't the giant floppy ones or deep dish so I grabbed two. My first bite was heaven and so were all the one's after it. Hubby said, "I want two more." I said, "I want one more." In the past I may have gone for four. One piece was reasonable, two pieces was stretching it and three was basically being a pig. I paid attention to my stomach. Was I full? I was content but not full so I should have stopped but I didn't. Afterward I still didn't feel stuffed but it's pizza and potentially lethal. Total cals for the day = 1,064.. It's not terrible for the day but not good either and it's the content that worries me. Cheese, Bread, and grease.  Right now I really feel that Pizza is my only downfall. I'm doing better with sweets and candy, partly because they aren't around and I haven't gone out to get any.  If faced with anything else including Pat & Oscar's Bread Stix I think I could be strong enough to only have one. If I were out to dinner this second I would have no problem passing on dessert.  My other downfall is tortilla chips or bread on the dinner table but I honestly feel that I could even control myself around that right now. But not Pizza.

This morning hubby couldn't find his wallet.  He got back in bed so he could wait to call the pizza place when it opens where he thinks he left it. I did my extra little weigh ins on the down low. The extra bathroom scale said 118.2 (it was 118 yesterday morning) which is the same exact number from last night before I went to bed.  How can I not loose a single bit over night??  Oh yeah, the pizza sitting like a brick in my stomach.  The main scale which usually run's higher said 118. Shocking. My scales are so screwy but I already knew that. Should I step on it again just to see if that 118 was a fluke? Nope. I'll take it. I'd rather not have knowledge of a weight gain stressing me out all day if I don't have to even if I deserve it. I'm going to the gym today and eating salad for dinner. My next potential pitfall moment is tomorrow at Happy Hour where they have an unlimited supply of cheese cubes sitting out for free to much on. Where at $2.50 per glass of wine I usually have two and sometimes even three.  Clearly I will be at the gym on Saturday too. 

The super sucky thing about all of this is that not so very long ago I was at 118 with 0 exercise and not trying nearly as hard as I am now.  And to think I complained even then.