Why does pizza have to be so darn tasty?
My parents came in for a (surprise) visit last night, and had the entire family meeting up at a pizza place for dinner. I had a few hours notice of this, so I was trying to find some way to make eating pizza OK in my mind. I pulled up some nutrition info, tallied up what I had already eaten in the day, and decided that I could have ONE piece of pizza. Knowing how I am though, I would have had at least three. So rather than mess up what little progress I've made so far, I opted to eat my dinner at home before heading out.
Whoever can go into a pizza joint and have three (delicious) pizzas floating around the table (not to mention the beer and breadsticks!), and only have ONE slice, is a saint. I salute you.