A Confession.

Occasionally, I work for some friends of mine that own a tourist shop in downtown Saint Augustine. I have really come to love the Old City and enjoy spending time meeting new people in the tourist district. Especially during busy seasons (like spring break, which, here in Florida, is not just one week but an entire season of its own), you can speak with people from all over the world; not only that, I get to practice my Spanish skills. It just keeps getting better!

Sadly, I have not helped out at the shop since the Christmas season, and while the store itself hadn't changed too much (after five years plus you just get back into a groove) my immune system has. I'm no longer used to handling cash and credit cards from a couple hundred people over the course of the weekend, so it doesn't come as much of a surprise that I seem to have picked up some "gunk" from somewhere.

Yesterday was spent not doing much of anything, simply resting and drinking a lot of water in an attempt to recover. This morning I still had a bit of a frog in my throat, but I'm feeling a little more energetic; I think the nice, cool, fresh air coming in my open windows is helping with that.

Anyway, over the weekend, our friend (and soon-to-be roommate) came for a visit, to get away from her dorm and work on some art projects. She showed up Friday afternoon, and after debating what was for dinner between her and my husband, we decided to go for pizza. I did decide to bend my "rule" of "no enriched flour except on the weekends" because I was going to be trapped in a small box of a store by myself (just me and the tourists!) all weekend and I could bring my lunch. So off to Borrillo's - some of the best New York style pizza this far south of the City, and we're talking thin crust, chock-full of grease, the works! - and pizza was had.

The thing about Borrillo's is that, true to New York style pizza style, the slices are enormous. One slice is almost more than enough for one person, so being that there were three people and eight slices on the pie, there were definitely leftovers.

I brought two of the slices (yes, cold pizza!) in to work with me on Saturday, since I was working from 11am until 8pm, thinking I would eat my second slice for dinner that day. Well, as it turned out, I ended up feeling kind of crummy on Saturday, to the point where I just didn't want to eat dinner at all. (My husband re-heated a small bowl of my vegetable stew and I did eat that, at the very least..) So my second piece of leftover pizza was saved for lunch on Sunday.

So what am I confessing?

I broke my rule. Sigh. Pizza for dinner on Friday, lunch on Saturday, and lunch on Sunday. That's three days, not two.

In a paltry effort to make up for it somehow, I did skip my "one allowed snack" with enriched flour for the weekend, but that doesn't matter now, does it? Pizza's much more than a snack. Especially these slices. ;)

I'm not letting it get me down; I'm posting publicly here so that I feel like I am being held accountable for being "naughty." Whooops.

I just picked myself back up, and back on it again. Yesterday was the start of Week Three of my Whole Grain Challenge. I weighed in and still holding steady, just under 220 lbs. (It tends to vary from between 217 and 219, it would seem.) I'm still proud of this fact, and excited that my weight is staying consistently lower than where it had been. We'll see what this week brings; I am looking forward to when the ocean warms up more and body-boarding becomes a regular activity again. :)