I went out for Ann's birthday last night and...I had a few drinks.
And, I ate a deep dish pizza.
Like Chicago style.
Lots of cheese.
I didn't eat the whole 10 inch pizza on my own (2 slices).
But it was heavenly.
The best part?
I didn't gain 58 lbs like I thought I would.
In fact, I lost 1 lb.
I awoke up at 11:30 a.m. (also NOT normal for me) and ate leftover (cold) pizza and coffee for breakfast / lunch.
Who am I?
But I promise this isn't "normal" for me.
And I won't do it all the time.
This is my Saturday confession.
And it feels good to get it off my chest.
Tomorrow, I will have a LONG run to make up for Friday and Saturday's damage.
I am reminded that I am human.
And not perfect.
And finally, I'm slowing becoming OK with this idea of imperfection...