Question! What's weirder- the fact that I can count the number of times I've had pizza in the last 14 months on one hand or the fact that I know the exact dates of these pizza/Sarah encounters? Well, I think they're both weird. In my old life, I probably ate pizza at least three times a month, which would be 42 times since new life started. In fact, I didn't eat pizza for a solid 6 months when I was disciplined in the beginning. My pizza-eating timeline is as follows:
1. June 13th. Cheese. Rosemary's in Farmingdale, NY. SO GOOD!
2. June 16th. Margherita. iL FORNO in Hell's Kitchen, NYC. It was okay.
Less than 2 weeks later, I was in New York again but this time it was a team-building trip for work. I indulged in New York's finest cuisine on two occasions on this trip.
3. June 27th. Cheese. Somewhere on 8th Ave, NYC. Classic and delicious.
4. June 30th. Specialty slices that I cannot remember because they weren't life changing. Food court at Grand Central Station. Again, okay.
5. December 21st. Ham and tomato. Vinnie Van GoGo's in Savannah, GA. Definitely smells and looks better than it tastes. It didn't live up to my hype and wasn't worth waiting 6 months for.
There you have it, kids! My 5 pizza encounters in 14 months. Crazy, huh? I was thinking about this the other day and how incredibly strange it is. I pondered this pizza timeline for days because I was sure I had missed a few but I haven't. That's it. By now, you're probably wondering, "So what?" The point of my pizza anecdote is to show you that those vices you think have a hold of you are a figment of your imagination. Food doesn't control you and you shouldn't give it so much power. It reminds me of a story that I've heard along the way on my always-on-a-"diet"-life about a nutritionist. This nutritionist had clients who were severe over eaters and were extremely obese because of it. One client, ate an entire dozen of Krispy Kreme donuts a day. Holy moly! So, to combat this, they had him cut back to 6 donuts a day, then 3 donuts a day, then 1 donut every other day until he was able to avoid them all together. Another client would eat an entire box of Double Stuf Oreos. Is it a box or a bag? Tray? Oh, container, maybe? I don't know. They had him switch to regular Oreos, then reduced fat, then 1/2 a bag and so on. What I'm trying to say is that you don't have to quit your vices cold turkey but you can work to slowly remove them from your life.
I love pizza but I've survived without it. No, pizza isn't the sole reason I was fat and I don't intentionally avoid it. I just save up my pizza points for a worthy experience. I've got major pizza-point cashing in to do when I finally venture back to NY in 1 week from today. Don't worry, I'll be sure to blow up your Instagram feeds (follow me @sarahstew15) with photos of my food quests.
Great, now all I want are donuts, Oreos and pizza. Happy weekend, friends!