Well I think the 5:40 work-out sessions are paying off a little. My fiancee said that she thought I had lost a little weight which is awesome. Dieting is hard. During the week it is not so bad but the weekends are rough. I like beer. Wait a minute, scratch that, I LOVE BEER. Evidently beer is fattening. Who knew. So on the weekend when it is time to let loose a little, I like to have a few beers. This usually leads to eating things that are not on the diet. So the other night, we went out for a couple drinks and we were going to get some food later to take back home. It had been raining all day so we had a bit of cabin fever. We had a few beers at a local place that we like to go and realized that it had gotten to late for food. Here is where the title of this post takes on a new meaning. Not having any other choices we decided to make a call that we have not made in a long time. The call to Domino's.
Now we had seen these commercials about new crust, new sauce and from the advertisements it sounded like they had changed the recipe. We decided to roll the dice. After picking up our box of what we thought was going to be a wonderful end to our night. Pizza beloved Pizza. I have always loved the stuff. Upon returning home we tore into it like a couple of ravenous dogs. After eating our fill we slowly start closing our eyes in a satiated haze. All diet rules had been broken and I felt great. We finally went to bed and I vaguely remembered my fiancee saying something about feeling weird. Being the compassionate and loving man that I am, I promptly mumbled something to about not throwing up in the bedroom and fell asleep. That is when 5:40 took on a new meaning for me.
I awoke to a rumbling in my stomach and an urgent need to find the can. This is where I spent the rest of my morning. I wasn't puking, at least not out of my mouth. Domino's definitely changed the flavor of their pizza but don't worry they still use their secret ingredient. That ingredient is diarrhea. Fuck you Domino's.
