In the last month we've had a leaky bathroom that has fallen into a remodel, a dryer that quit working, and now this morning, the transmission dropped out of the family truckster.
its easy for me to say, oh I'm not complaining. I have my health, my soulmate, and my boys. . .
BUT DDAAAGGGGUUUUUMMMMIIIIIITTTTTT
Seriously, I do believe that sometimes in a positive persons mind, even those little negative bugs can jump on and become a flesh eating disease that festers. And its all because of pizza.
P.I.Z.Z.A.
Its my favorite food. I love dough. I love cheese. and throw in some veggie toppings and its like Disneyworld in my mouth.
But the former binge eater/ almost 300 pound girl that lives inside my head still is really pissed about the pizza. You shouldn't eat that. It makes us fat. It makes us sad. It makes us have acne. So then my mind cycles around all of these negative barbs around the damn pizza when in reality.... i ate 3 small slices. The girls I work with and ate lunch with yesterday downed more than I, without an ounce of guilt.
Pizza makes me sick. Mentally sick. I need to remove that from my mind.
I really shouldn't obsess over pizza. My life is full with sooo many other things to obsess over.
This is why Milly shouldn't eat pizza. (lol)
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