Uneaten pizza. This is not a phrase I have uttered much in my life except for maybe in the context of the morning after a big party - “Hey look, uneaten pizza. Breakfast!” But “uneaten pizza” was indeed uttered by me last night and it was because I was putting two complete uneaten pizzas away in the fridge for leftovers. How did this possibly come to pass?
Thursday is pizza night at our house. This has been a many year tradition born of a busy family looking for a little break once a week. A day where a simple phone call or web site submission yields some fabulous greasy, cheesy, gooey ‘za. At 5 when I would normally order the pizza my wife and daughter left to run errands telling me they would either eat out or come back for cold pizza. Unfortunately this meant I couldn’t hit the treadmill after ordering the pizza on the off chance they came in less than 30 minutes so I wasted a little time until the pizza guy came.
By this time my son had called to say he was eating over at a friends house. So it was just me and two pizzas. Well really one pepperoni pizza and one order of cheesesticks which is basically cheese pizza without the sauce. I set the pizzas down on the middle of the table and then went to workout. I have really been enjoying my cardio lately and I honestly was thinking about that instead of pizza. Now that in itself is insane!
After I got done working out I had a shower and got dressed and I simply didn’t feel like greasy, cheesy, gooey anything. I felt like fruit. So that’s what I had for dinner, I cut up a banana, a pluot, a half dozen strawberries, a couple of blackberries and a tangerine and stirred in a yogurt. That was my dinner. Yeah probably lacking in a few things (I’m not a dietician!) but it was exactly what I was looking for at that moment.
The pizza? My son was full and my wife and daughter had KFC. So I put that uneaten pizza into the fridge and I went to bed feeling great.
Yay for me!
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