Temptation, thy Name is PIZZA

Eating pizza is my birthright.

(Alright, so maybe that’s a bit dramatic; but I’m a dramatic person, okay?)

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I was born in New York; and part of being born in New York is having a near-obsessive love of pizza, bagels, and Chinese food. Growing up, I saw nothing wrong with this passionate fixation preference. But, now as I’m trying to live a healthier lifestyle, it’s been tough, to say the least.

Anyway, this weekend, I gave in and ate pizza. So, you may be thinking, no big deal. Correction: it would be ‘no big deal’ if I hadn’t ate four slices.

Yup, you read that right: Four slices.

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So anyway, the natural step after such a (not-so-uncommon-relapse) would be the shame spiral. You know, the one where you berate yourself, pout, and then eat even more because-what’s-the-point-god-darnit).

Well, I’m proud to say I did NOT spiral. (Sure, it would have been better if I hadn’t quasi-gorged myself on pizza in the first place, but small steps. Small steps.)

Now on to exercise. (Yes, I actually did workout this weekend). It was raining pretty heavily, so I forgo-ed cycling) and hit the gym. I’m happy to say that even though my arms are still strengthless noodles I can already see a difference! I’ve increased the weights on pretty much every machine I use. And, even my free-weight time was less agonizing than usual.

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Just in case I was feeling too good about myself, I humbled myself by attempting some situps.

Yeah, so…

Small steps.

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