Pizza and anxiety.

Pizza anxiety.

Pizzanxiety.

That's been my morning: anxiety because of pizza, pizza because of anxiety, pizzanxiety.

I took a mistake pizza home last night--should have noticed the red flag right there--for "the family." I don't have to eat much of it to get ruined. I don't know how to eat such tasty food without feeling bad. It seems wrong, it hurts my gut, it wastes my hunger and/or time on junk. Some foods act like a drug to me; I am a dry, carb-eating drunk.

Let me go sober up and figure out if it's up or down I should be heading. I'll be okay. Been here many times before, which is dumb for a smart person :)