Pizza

I’m posting this in an effort to keep busy, but mindlessly so, that I may be able to stay away from the kitchen.  I mentioned they had pizza at the meeting I was to be at.  I mentioned it was possible there would be leftovers.  I went in the kitchen to see if there was leftover salad.  They usually get the pizza from Big Kahuna’s and there is a salad for each person.  And leftovers because not everyone eats their salad.  I was going to get one.  Instead, I see they got pizza from THE PIE!  THE PIE!  Did you hear me?  I said they got pizza from THE PIE!  Only the best pizza in the world!  I walked over to the boxes, lifted the lid, and immediately realized what I was doing and dropped the lid before I could get a whiff or glance at the pizza inside.  That was almost two hours ago and I haven’t been able to think of anything else since.  My water cup is empty.  I’m thirsty.  But I’m pretty certain if I go in there again I won’t be able to stop myself.  I’m feeling hungry.  Or do I think I’m hungry because I’m thirsty?  I want pizza!  I should eat a piece and get over it.  But one piece won’t be enough.  I’ll want to eat and eat and eat.  Oh me oh my I hate dieting!  The only thing that’s gotten me through this long is I saw Inge, her fat rolls oozing out of her clothes.  I don’t know why she insists on wearing stretchy spandex-like clothes that are 10 sizes too small for her.  Just cause it stretches and goes over your body doesn’t mean it’s supposed to.  I’m going to be skinny and she’s going to be fat.  That’s what’s keeping me away from the pizza.  Now I’m motivated to get water and not pizza.