Losing weight for the holidays is not for the faint of heart

Well, there's been a brief hiatus over here due to a bout with my old friend, Food Poisoning. It struck last weekend and I am only now getting close to 100%. I have had food poisoning five times in my life, and I am not yet thirty. I either have incredibly bad luck, or I eat out of dumpsters. If I get it a sixth time, I may get a nanny cam going to see if I'm some sort of sleep-binger.

This first time I got poisoned by what seemed like an innocent meal was when I was in elementary school. I was at Pizza Hut with a friend and her family. My mom was very strict about junk food. We had an occasional Fig Newton in the house, but that was it. So that led to some desperate and hasty junk food decisions when I was out of the house. One such decision was Dessert Pizza. I remember it well. All covered in cinnamon-sugared apples, out under that heat lamp for perhaps days. Mom would have scoffed at such a request. But my friend was an only child. And it paid off. Offered the chance to go to the Pizza Hut dessert buffet, I did not need to be asked twice. When I awoke that night sweating, shaking, and more than a little queasy, I'd like to say I learned a lesson. But clearly my karma was not yet complete, as I would fall under this dreadful condition many more times to come.

This time around, I feel a little impatient with the whole thing. I don't eat out, save the occasional take out falafel. I eat no meat or dairy. Did a chick pea cause this? I call shennanigans on the whole thing. Though I do swear never to eat Dessert Pizza again.