The weekend was a lovely blur of socializing and Christmas shopping. We stayed at our favourite hotel – with the comfiest bed in the universe. Really. We had three dinners and one lunch with friends and caught up with fifteen people we hadn’t seen since summer. We shopped and I had a brainwave for the supposedly (but not really, come on, it’s Christmas!) adult children’s stockings. We even wrapped a pile of presents. And now I’m home.
But this is about pizza. View the following:
Exhibit A
Exhibit B
After many years of living with a Pizza Express on every corner, Exhibit B is our “normal”, ubiquitous even, pizza. And we had completely forgotten the bad old days of deep dish cheese-fest pizza – until Saturday night. It was gastronomically overwhelming, and not having the greatest stomach these days, it was a struggle to eat even one piece.
The whole experience sure highlighted how it really is possible to completely change the way you think and feel about unhealthy, even favourite unhealthy, food. There was a time when the gooey nightmare would have been our take-out order of choice but that is now a distant and almost unbelievable memory. Really? We preferred that?
What’s even more bizarre is that the healthy looking rocket (arugula) pizza is now a rare treat because, let’s face it, it’s not a piece of fish and a pile of steamed vegetables. And I actually had a piece of fish and a pile of vegetables (not quite steamed) for dinner on Friday night.
I think I’m having an identity crisis. When did all this happen to me? When did I become a person who ordered a hunk of white fish for a dinner out? When did I stop treating every restaurant meal as my last? When did I stop craving and even start feeling queasy about a pound of melting ooze on a chewy bread base?
I guess the whole “this is a lifestyle, not a diet” rhetoric eventually actually becomes reality. You start off forcing yourself to stick to a plan, repeating that unconvincing phrase because it sure as hell feels like a diet! Then one day you wake up craving a thin crust, a few parmesan shavings and a pile of slightly bitter greens.
Weird but wonderful.
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