Chucking the Pizza

2 large pizzas for $20. It was a great deal.

At 2 slices per meal, that meant I was buying ten, easily microwavable $2 meals. Holler! …or not – I have never felt sicker in the past few days.

This week of unpleasantness started on Monday, when I bought a McFlurry. I have been drinking lactose free milk because it keeps longer, and I don’t know if one loses lactose tolerance or what is going on…but that McFlurry did not sit well.

So, fresh off my McFlurry queasiness, I decide to order these pizzas, and it was like going from Afghanistan to Iraq.

In addition to my minimal lactose intake, I also have a small wheat intake. I have not bought breads, chips, crackers, or cereal lately because I find that these turn me into a compulsive eater – where’d those Pringles go? So I don’t know if it’s the lack grease and wheat in my diet or just plain old nasty Pizza Hut…but the pizza is a disaster and needs to go.

That pizza has put me through such hell that I would burn it in the parking lot if there was any way to convince the cops that I wasn’t a law student who snapped. I am also not giving the pizza to Harley, because I guarantee I’ll have to clean up the aftermath in the kennel tomorrow.

So I am chucking the pizza, and officially avoiding lactose and wheat.