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Day Twelve 3/12/16

3/12/2016

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I’m not going to lie to you, it was a challenging day.  Lunchtime arrived and I was responsible for picking up the pizza for the boys at the birthday party.  My strategy was set since it was just four 8 year-olds and I planned just to get the meal deal from Little Caesars, more than enough, but with hopefully no leftovers.

The pizza place was short staffed in a deliberate attempt to make me linger in the smells of my once close friend.  The overhead screens called out to me with full color pictures of deep dish, hand tossed, and side orders that would drive any sane man to salivate.  As I waited quietly to the side for the pizza, an older couple came in for a special order of ten pizzas and my eyes began to slightly water as my emotions welled up.  I tried to talk them into taking advantage of the card you get for free that will give you a free pizza after buying ten, (which they were doing), and they had the nerve to say they weren’t interested.  I was slightly saddened by their response and their lack of desire to receive a free pizza in the future.

I grabbed my cheese pizza, crazy bread, sauce, and Root Beer and headed to the car.  Things didn’t get much easier after that.  The smell quickly filled up the small space and acted like an old friend that I was forced to ignore at a dinner party, even though I wanted nothing more than to strike up a conversation.  I tried to think of other things as I rolled down the window, hoping the smell would dissipate in the slightly warm day.  It didn’t work and it just caused the smell to whip around me like a sweet smelling tornado of a world I used to inhabit but could never see again.

Arriving home, I placed everything on the counter for my wife to dish up to the boys.  My resolve had been shaken and it was too much for me to think about touching those triangles dough, sauce, cheese, and love to put them on the plates.  I found myself slowly staggering to the other room with just a quick glance back over my shoulder at the closed box beckoning me.  Our house is small, so I couldn’t get too far away from the feast as the four boys rip through the food and drink like nobleman at a medieval feast.  I’d steal an occasional glance at the food being devoured, remembering the good old days when I could easily annihilate a pizza just by myself.

The worst part of the pizza was that I had no desire to eat a salad while it was in the house.  It was lunch time though, and I needed to eat something because my hunger was getting worse by the moment.  My brain tried to justify eating a salad, but it just wasn’t an acceptable option.  It was like deciding to drive a Pinto when someone was trying to hand you the keys to a Porshe.  I needed something of substance to tied me over and I had nothing ready, which was a mistake on my part.  In the end, I retreated back to my eggs and Kielbasa to fill the salad void.  I ate in silence, pretending each bite was filled with tomato sauce and cheesy deliciousness.

What I ate today
Scrambled Eggs and Kielbasa chunks with some cheese before heading out into the real world for the day.

A banana at the event we visited, to stave off the hunger.

A second helping of eggs and kielbasa because Salad didn’t entice me enough for lunch.

Another banana.

Dinner was bratwurst, sweet potato chunks, and onions all put on a large cookie sheet and baked in the oven for what seemed like a long time.

Dessert was some natural applesauce.  No added sweetener, but it was sweet enough for me.

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Onward to day 13 as we get closer to the halfway mark of the month and the beginning of “experiment 2.0”.

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