At my office I’m kind of known as a health nut. I try my best to uphold the 5/2 rule: eat healthy, home-cooked meals during the week and whatever I want (in moderation) during the weekend. Between walking into the office most mornings with my water bottle and green smoothie, lunch breaks at the gym and often standing to work (Because this just in: Sitting is the new crack!), I’ve unintentionally set a standard for myself as super healthy.

Let’s get one thing straight. I fully understand and appreciate an active lifestyle with a nutritious diet, but I also appreciate the way “junk food” tastes. One of my favorite not-so-guilty pleasures… (I regret nothing) pizza. Normally, once a week I enjoy some nice, greasy and cheesy pizza. Typically I split the pizza with someone, but if I don’t it’s usually split into several meals throughout the weekend.

So when I didn’t have it for 2 weekends straight, I blew off my golden take out rule and ordered pizza Monday night after work (in my defense I ate a salad for lunch after going to the gym… wait, I regret nothing 🙂 ).

The next day when I got back to my desk from my midday workout and heated up a leftover slice of pizza, my coworker exclaimed, “PIZZA! That’s not like you!” (Clearly you don’t know me.)

The same person who constantly walks in with McDonald’s bags and cheesy pasta dishes her son made the night before, made a huge deal about me having a side salad and slice of pizza?

I was just about to get annoyed then I smiled and said, “I had it yesterday too.”

Why is it that someone who tries to eat healthy gets the 3rd degree about eating something that isn’t 90% kale? If I don’t set my grilled chicken sandwich on whole wheat on my desk and demand you tell me how healthy I am, I don’t expect (or want) you to tell me how bad I’m being for enjoying the ultimate food of the Gods… or as we mortals call it, pizza.

Yes I have gotten a head of cauliflower and made my own gluten free creation, which was delicious, but sometimes you want the original, and that’s okay.

All the fitness sites will tell you, you have to have the occasional treat otherwise you might snap and next thing you know, you’re eating 5 cheeseburgers and drinking 2 milkshakes while violently crying (I haven’t done this in case you are wondering. My highest burger count ever was 3 junior burgers).

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I love pizza! I love the cheese! I love the sauce! I love the crust! I just love it and I don’t feel like I should have to explain myself for eating it. And I definitely won’t apologize. The only way I ever see myself giving up pizza, is if a doctor told me, “One more slice of pizza will literally kill you.” Then I’d ask, “What about half a slice?”

I wish people would stop labeling foods as bad. Anything in excess can be bad for you, even water. So enjoy that slice girl and remember no regrets.

Do It For Love,

Dia

Edited by M.L. Scarbrough

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