My birthday & lots of beer equals late night pizza!

First I just want to say thank you to my readers for all the love and support I received last month after blogging about my dog, Max, and how his passing affected my diet choices. I’m doing much better, so thank you from the bottom of my heart!

My birthday was a few months ago and I gave myself full permission to drink as much as I wanted the night of my party. 🙂 I had a fantastic time, probably one of the best birthdays ever! There was never a time I didn’t have a drink in my hand and some of my friends made sure I even had one in each hand! Can you guess where I’m going with this?

Fast forward – Kim is drunk and HUNGRY! It’s 2am and I’m stumbling down the busy street with lots of other drunk people. I’m with my sister and our friend George. George insists on getting food and as much as I wanted to (like desperately!) I said no because I didn’t trust myself! Not one bit…

I knew the only places to eat were either a pizzeria or a diner in which I definitely did not have the energy to sit down and be waited on! George begged us to at least come with him so HE could eat! George was going through a rough time and we knew he didn’t want to be alone, so of course we joined him at the pizzeria which was packed! It amazes me how many people are out that late. It’s rare I stay out that late these days!

So I walk into the pizzeria and BAM, the smell of NYC pizza hits me and in my drunken state my willpower was GONE! After I said “F*** it!” And ordered my slice, my sister said to me “Kimmi, are you sure you want to do this?” I thought – no I’m not sure, this would go against everything I believe in right now and I can’t turn back after this! I’d have to accept it and not beat myself up for it, I’d have to thoroughly enjoy it too because what’s the point if I don’t! I’m about to not only eat a nightshade which was a big no no, but add in dairy & white flour!

I was about to eat the most acidic food I could possibly eat! Was I ready for this? I’ve been so good since September and my body has been telling me how good I’ve been.

All these thoughts rushed through my head in one minute and the second he handed me that slice right out of the oven I looked at my sister and said “HELL YES!!!!”

I sat there enjoying every bite! YUM! Boy did I forget how good pizza was! Whoever invented that concoction was a genius! Even in my tiPsiness I managed to eat that slice in the present moment and stay there to be sure to truly enjoy every moment…every mouthful…every taste. Then when I finished it guess what I did….I ordered another slice!

You are probably wondering why I am sharing this with you because I am certainly not encouraging you to eat pizza! I want to show you how human I am, how not perfect I am, what sucky willpower I too can have! We are only human..humans with a skin disease. I do the best I can and I think that’s all we can do in this life.

You are probably wondering the same thing I was the next day – in what ways will my Psoriasis show me that pizza wasn’t ok? I’m happy to report after pizza my skin did just fine. I think all those months of being so strict allowed my body to do what it needed to do, rid the toxins. Now it’s maintaining for the most part. I am still struggling with a small patch on my leg, but it’s been stubborn enough and I’m feeling very over it! I’m not planning on having pizza anytime soon, but it’s nice to be able to trust my body won’t freak out and lash out at me if I do decide to eat something on the no no list.