When I got home there were 4 boxes of pizza on the table, that's the 1st thing I see when I walk in. This is the 2nd time this has happened. Both times I managed to cook something else for me, even when I was really hungry and making food took me another hour or so. Both times I ate my food and left the pizza alone. I love pizza, especially from that particular place. But I managed to eat my food instead of lunging for the pizza box.
Last time it didn't bother me that much, but today I wanted to cry. Maybe not so much over the pizza, but the fact that here I am struggling and life throws me a curve ball like that. I know it may sound silly, but it really upset me. There are 5 adults in this house and only 1 (me) is really making an effort to eat better. I'm not saying they're not allowed to eat what they want, but sheesh put it away or something so I don't see it!

Maybe I'm making it a much bigger deal than what it really is. Has this ever happened to anyone else?

I'm saying that if it's just beyond you to not eat pizza, then accept that and try to make the best decision you can (so take a slice and go into a different room -- away from the boxes -- and just enjoy it -- savor the moment, as it were 

