Writing From the Pizza Coma
I have just had two slices from a small, multi-grain, thin crust, carnivore pizza and I feel uber-full and on the verge of mega guilt so I thought if I started writing a blog post I would: a) stop eating, b) feel less guilt, c) stay awake for a little while and d) make myself laugh. It had been a stressful week. We had quite a few people register for school and there is so much paperwork for their records that all of us helped do it and since classes start next week, we tried to get as many records done as possible. But we know, quite a few more people will come to register next week, too, even though we will be trying to teach. Adults are always difficult to pin down to school when they have jobs, kids and so many other commitments. Personally, I want to claim pizza coma until Sunday morning. It is still summer according to the calendar and the weather. I will even sleep in tomorrow if I can. 
But work, stress and pizza are not very good excuses for not following my diet. There’s also cake. CAKE! We celebrated four birthdays with two cakes; a cream cheese, iced, carrot cake and a black forest cake. You have to eat some of the carrot cake because of the vegetables involved and the starving children in Africa. I couldn’t force myself to eat any black forest cake I was too full. I did write it into my journal but I may have exaggerated the smallness of the piece I ate. And now I’m having limeade and pizza. I shake my head at myself and wonder why I plateau. Enough of this. I’m going stop eating, wash my face, pour something into my limeade and go sit in my anti-gravity chair on the deck. If I slip into a small pizza coma, so be it. Thanks for listening. ;D Diane
Doesn’t matter how how full you are, there’s always room for black forest cake! 😉
I am literally drooling here.
OMG!