Saved by my own lethargy...

Tonight I wanted pizza.

Not just any pizza.

Papa Murphey's wasn't going to cut it.  Too fresh.  Too healthy.

I wanted greasy.  I wanted fried.

I wanted a double pepperoni, pan pizza from THE HUT.

With cheezy breadsticks.  Half order...who am I kidding?  I wanted a full order of those too.


I had the phone in my hand.

The crazy little jingle was running through my head.  (Those of you that live in the KC area know what I'm talking about, right?  "Dial 648-8888...648-8888...648-8888 for Pizza Huuuuuuut de-li-ver-y!"  to the tune of the William Tell Overture.  That's a classic song that I'll never be able to get out of my head, no matter how hard I try.)

I even dialed the number...along with the area code.  I just had to press "Talk."
I was so close!
But....I was at an impasse.

Not about my health.
I wasn't thinking, "Oh, I really want this, I know it will taste so good...but I also know it's really bad for me and I might as well inject lard directly into my arteries."

Nope.  It wasn't that at all.

It was far less noble than lard-injected arteries causing me to pause.

The real problem:
Delivery?     Or pick up?


Delivery would be easier.  I really want them to deliver.


But what if one personal pan pizza and a small order of cheezy sticks won't cost enough for them to deliver?  I can't order a small pizza, or a large order of cheese sticks.  That's just way over the top.  I won't be able to finish them, and then I'll have the dilemma of leftovers in the fridge tomorrow morning, or throwing them away tonight.  I know I won't be able to say "no" to tomorrow morning at breakfast, and on the other hand I don't think is humanly possible for me actually throw pizza into the trashcan unless brainwashing is involved.


On the other hand...I could go pick it up.


But I'm so tiiiiiiiiiiiiired.  And I'd have to get Lily in the car seat.  And then I'd have to take her out and what if we had to wait, and then she'd be running all over the place, and I'd have to actually be a parent.  I'm not ready for all this.  I don't want to pick it up.  I wonder if they'd deliver it to my car in the parking lot?  


So, after that great mental debate, I decided to do neither.


Instead, I ate the rest of the turkey pepperoni slices in the meat drawer of the fridge, 2 WW string cheese sticks, and some crackers.  That was my version of thin crust pepperoni pizza.

Sad....but about 1500 less calories than I could have gone tonight.
So, I'm going to score this as a point for me.  A point for me. being. lazy.


Boy, think of the damage I could have done if I had really been motivated.