Yesterday I slipped up! I was in Georgetown getting my haircut when I smelled the unmistakable aroma next door. Stellar's Pizza.
OMG.
After paying my stylist, I followed my nose into the heavenly pizza shop. "What slices do you have available?" I asked my waitress. She replied "3 cheese".
I ordered that & a greek salad with fresh feta. I was like an addict on skid row. No stopping me now. As I took my first bite of the perfect crust with ooey gooey cheese I think I experienced pure euphoria. I didn't even bother to blot the grease off of the pizza. After the pizza, I dug into the chunky salad, savoring each bite with chunks of feta, green pepper, kalamata, tomato, cucumber.
OK. Once a month I need a pizza night. With real cheese. As of right now, I can't ( and don't want to!) live without that one night a month.
I won't lie, I enjoyed the experience. I am not perfect, I make mistakes. I have learned to not dwell on my faults. Yoga taught me that. Taught me to be in the present and keep moving forward and be mindful of the decisions I make.
