This post has nothing to do with Fury or YA lit. It has to do with food, and pizza (my other favorite things in the world).
Okay, so, a little background: I am lucky enough to live with two cats and a wonderful man, who I will refer to from here on out as The Carpenter (not a Jesus reference! he really builds things!). The Carpenter recently started reading Tim Ferriss' The 4-Hour Body, a book that outlines strategies for "hacking the human body" from this self-declared "human guinea pig." Among other things, Ferriss advocates following a strict "slow-carb" diet for six days a week -- eating only beans, meats, fish, and veggies -- and letting loose on the seventh "Cheat Day." This has something to do with scrambling your metabolism...I'll let you do the research.
Carpy comes home one day all amped up: "I think I'm going to start doing this! Just to see if it works!"
And I of course picture him sitting there, fat just melting off of his (already quite fit) body, while I munch on cheese and bread and candy. Summer's around the corner. It wasn't the most comforting image.
So I say: "I hate you. We have so much cheese in the refrigerator. I'll do it too."
And thus began the first week of this experiment, which is actually going surprisingly well. I've been eating SO healthfully -- kale, green beans, spinach, kimchee, avocados, beans, salsa, chicken, etc. -- and while I have had a bunch of cheese/pasta/chocolate cravings, it hasn't been unmanageable. Lunch is the most difficult meal because I have to bring like four Tupperwares/baggies to hold all my assorted foods, and this requires pre-planning (not my strongest suit). Tomorrow is our first "Cheat Day;" my parents will be in town, visiting from NY, and we are going to force them to take us out to this Italian restaurant so we can gorge on spaghetti and bruschetta.
BUT SO ANYWAY, the important/horrific part of this story is this: On the first Friday of every month, my office enjoys "Free Pizza Friday" -- which is exactly what it sounds like, and a dream come true for someone for whom pizza is her deserted-island food of choice (me). Guess what today is? Guess who can't indulge?
Oh, the horror...