Last night I was feeling frustrated and depressed about food (what I could not have and I possibly was going through withdrawal) and was about to cook a frozen pizza I had in the freezer. I only stock up or eat frozen pizza when money is tight and I can not order it. Yeah, so I have emergency pizza… ^^;
I also was taking a rest day from the gym…which does not help me in anyway of what I did.
Anyway, my mom said she wanted pizza (which is not often) and we wind up ordering out for the first time in a long while. She wound up with an Italian sub sandwich and some brownies for dessert. I wound up with a large sausage cheese pizza. I did not eat the whole thing. I could not eat the whole thing even if I wanted to. I got three slices in and started feeling full. When I was younger I could devour whole large pizzas by myself. As I got older that slowly started to change. My maximum pizza slice eating is usually nowadays five slices on a large, and six on a medium, and let us not talk about small sized pizzas.
I ate three slices last night and maybe around ten ounces of brownie. I really did not measure it. It was as big as my fist. I remember that much. I think my stomach shrunk some. The rest of the pizza is going to my work place for others to devour and finish. So, yes, it’s a minor set back, but are we not all entitled to one cheat meal at some point. One meal is not going to ruin everything. Just like one healthy meal is not going to fix everything.
So I am back on the horse today. So to speak… ^^