This evening I had a frozen Digiorno Pizza staring me in the face from the freezer shelf. “Eat me!”, it said. So I did.
Digiorno is not the best pizza but as frozen pizza goes, it’s certainly not bad. It was a cold winter day so running the oven sounded nice anyway. I popped in the pizza and after about 20 minutes it was ready.
I ate half of it and told myself I should stop. I was all like, “Yeah, right!” so I had two more pieces. Getting rather full now. Only two pieces left. Not enough for a meal later. So I might as well polish it off. Two more slices down the hatch.
Booof. Too much pizza. It’s a wonder I’m not all fat. Good thing I have a great metabolism. I never gain more than a few pounds and quickly lose it to get back to my regular weight. I am perhaps a little softer around the edges than I should be but I like it like that. It think I look good in my speedo and that is all that matters.
Now, Cholesterol and hardening of the arteries might be a concern for the future and somebody should probably do something about that. Somebody…