Hi, My name is Ember Hobi and I am addicted to Pizza! I think I’ve been this way all my life. I ate a lot as a teenager. I remember walking to Little Caesars EVERYDAY during lunch and feeling like I was eating the best thing in the world! I LOVED it! It has always been difficult for me to eat a few pieces. Once I eat two I’m just getting started! Something happens and I kick into auto and the next thing I know I’m onto five or six. I don’t like just any pizza. My favorite is Little Caesars but it is hard to find on the East Coast. I get sick if I eat Pizza Hut. I can’t do frozen pizza, and the “Pie’s in NY” aren’t doing it for me. Fortunately, we found a pizza place a rocks throw from our house...with free delivery, and the best Margarita pizza in town. (No mom, no alcohol) Now, here is where the problem began. We are on an eating out budget which allows Pizza once a month. Suddenly pizza is over coming my thoughts, just like most addictions do. Anytime I am real hungry all I want is pizza! If I have a hard time thinking of dinner ideas I default to pizza. Even on the way home from the gym I crave pizza! Once the new month rolls around and our budget starts over- you bet we have pizza the first week! I can easily eat my own Medium pizza. The problem is I don’t always eat pizza because it tastes great. Sometimes it’s not good at all. I eat pizza because of the way I feel while I’m eating it. That’s how I know I’m addicted! It’s an escape of emotions and feelings. The best time for pizza is on a friday night after the kids are in bed and Sam is home. I have trained myself to “escape” through pizza. Perhaps it’s because pizza is used to celebrate so often. We didn’t order pizza often while I was young. Ordering pizza was a BIG deal. I remember, to this day, the excitement I felt driving to Little Caesars and picking up the 2 for 1 pizzas. (Pizza, Pizza) The smell would consume me in the car, it was torture having to wait. Even worse was being a guest for dinner when pizza was served because I knew I had to manage my appetite.
Pizza was considered a “splurge” when we first married. There is no way we could afford it then. Now that pizza isn’t such a scarcity to me, maybe I am reacting to my previous cravings or limitations unreasonably.
I go crazy inside, I can’t get enough. Stuffing myself with pizza satisfies my unbalanced emotions.
During that meal I “feel different.” Slice after slice I tell myself I “feel better” or I “deserved it.” It’s bad news when I feel stressed. I dare say I have had Pizza overdose. Most the time I quit eating because the pizza is gone, not because I’ve had enough. And I feel sick inside every-time and swear that I won’t over do it next time. Well, I did it again, and again, and again.
Today I am doing something about it! Today I am admitting that I have a Pizza problem and I am putting an end to it! I am going to google “calories of cheese pizza” to scare me (or gross me out) because I’ve always wondered how many fat calories I was consuming but I haven’t been prepared to make the change. (Ignorance is bliss!)
Now I’m not giving up pizza entirely, that would be silly. Certain events beckon a great pizza feast. I will set a limit to hold myself accountable to.
I, Ember Hobi, herby swear I will enjoy 2 and ONLY 2, fat and juicy slices of pizza at a setting. I will smile and wave as the box is tossed into the garbage full or empty! I will feel satisfied and good about myself when I eat pizza. I love pizza. Pizza is my friend. I will no longer allow pizza to interfere with my emotions!
Please feel free to hold me accountable! I AM POWERFUL!!!
