life of pizza

I've gone 21 days without eating pizza. This is despite numerous attempt from friends to derail me and tempt me with pizza (frozen, by the slice, and/or delivery). But I'm holding strong! I am well on my way to knocking off one item from my 30 before 30 list--whew, bout time.

I can't help but laugh, however, because Mom will continue to say that she had to force me to eat pizza when I was a kid. Talk about a picky eater! This was before I started hiding my vegetables in napkins under the cabinets behind my chair, of course. That did not go over well after it was all found.

I'm glad I didn't have anything about quitting coffee on my list because I particularly look forward to my Fridays-Sundays mornings of coffee. Why those days? Because I'm not standing in a kitchen waiting for the ice cube in my coffee to melt so I can chug my cup of coffee in 10 minutes or less so I can quickly brush my teeth, put my invisaligns back in and race off to work where I'm already 30+ minutes late because I snoozed 7 times. That's on a good day.

Ah well, come October, maybe I can begin to enjoy all my mornings again with extended coffee hours. But for now, there's nothing like a pressed cup and relaxing at the table on a cool March Friday morning.