Finding one thing I love so much that I drown myself in it until I’m near suffocation is pretty much always my modus operandi when it comes to work, relationships and food. Work until I want to cry? Sure! Love until I can’t breathe? Standard! Eat the exact same thing for two weeks and then never eat it again… Yep! Some might call this manic. I call it Tuesday.
What I’m saying is I’ve eaten pizza three out of my last four meals and I’m just not worried about it.