Last night already weary of having gained about 8 pounds over the last 8 weeks, my family, another family, and I gathered at a pizzeria where I promised myself I’d limit myself to two pizza slices. However, that’s not how it played out. Six slices more like it. Maybe seven. At 600 calories a slice plus an avocado cream cheese spring roll appetizer and a tall glass of chilled porter, I ingested about 4,000 calories and have no doubt I gained another 2 pounds, not to mention the self-loathing, self-disgust, and bloat that has afflicted me for over 12 hours, compelling to swallow handfuls of psyllium husks.
Lesson Number One: Because pizza is for me a trigger food akin to crack, I am not allowing myself to eat it anymore. Certain foods have that power like linguini or angel hair pasta covered with clams, garlic, and olive oil. I can eat plate after plate of that stuff with warm garlic bread.
Lesson Number Two (related to Lesson Number Two): For lunch (after a guilt-fueled kettlebell workout) I had an amazing 600-calorie spinach salad with tuna, feta, kalamata olives, toubili, and Italian dressing and the salient flavors satisfied me as much as the Mediterranean pizza I had last night. Next time, no pizza. The salad will be fine.