Pizza and Cake

I'm not going to go on and on about the election anymore, except to say that today was the first chance I really had to wallow in sadness and disgust at the results. I mostly had the day off, just a conference call at 10:00 and a coaching session at noon. Usually I work with my coaching client on Thursdays, but as she was calling me, my phone locked up. I couldn't answer, and of course I went into panic mode. I have plenty of work right now, but I don't always, so I need to take it when I can get it. And I actually enjoy working with this client, and I seem to be helping her. Anyway, I rushed to the Sprint store and the clerk (or whatever he's called) was able to fix it very quickly. He was much more blase about it than I was; he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Sometimes they just lock up." Nice. My client was very gracious about it, and we met today instead.

Afterwards, I headed out to the bank with a withdrawal slip all filled out. It wasn't until I was already out of my neighborhood that I realized today is a bank holiday. My plan was to take money out of the credit union to put into my other account, but that wasn't going to work out. I had been having a pizza craving for several days, so instead of the bank, I went to Publix -- as long as I was out, I may as well not waste the trip -- where I got a frozen thin-crust pizza. I didn't grab a cart; after all, I was just getting a pizza. However, toilet paper was on sale, so I grabbed a big bundle of Angel Soft. I remembered a cleaning product I needed to pick up, so I shoved that under my arm too. When I passed the clearance table, I saw some wholegrain crackers for $1.50. The price was reasonable and they looked tasty and (relatively) nutritious. Passing the bakery, or more precisely stopping at the bakery, I couldn't resist a slice of white cake. Hey, at least I got only one slice! That package turned out to be the straw that almost broke the camel's back. I was having a hard time balancing my purchases without a cart. Probably that was the only thing that stopped me from buying more.

I came home and baked my pizza. It was after two in the afternoon and I hadn't eaten all day. I was going to have half (it wasn't a large pizza, and it did have a lot of spinach on it), but I had cut it into fourths. After the second piece, I wanted one more, and then there didn't seem to be much point in leaving only one piece. I was a little annoyed with my over-indulgence, but really not too much. A few hours later, I savored that slice of cake, tiny forkful by tiny forkful. It really was delicious. As much as I strive toward balance, I think it's not so bad to give in every now and then. And if there was ever a week it was warranted, it's certainly this one.