Yesterday was a Blah day. You know the kind of day. "what do you feel like having for dinner?" "Blah I dont know. "you feeling ok?" "Blah."
So my wife went out with her mother to Costco. Now Costco is a great store if you like to purchase items in bulk. And the same can be said for their take home pizza. So I get home from getting the boy and the wife is home and she has brought two of these monstrous pizzas home for dinner. Normally this is a good thing, however I'm not exactly feeling well since I caught this slow cold. (thanks daughter of mine). Now my CK guide says that Costco pizza is about 70 Gm CHO per slice, however is this the in store slice(1/6th of a pie) or the take home slice(1/12th of the pie) and why on gods green earth can't they cut the damn things evenly.
So to make a long story short, I ate 3 take home slices, bolused for about 135gm CHO and still went sky freaking high. then to top it off I slept through my alarm to remind me to test after a correction. All in all not by dest pizza day.
Who you're dealing with.
- Jason Meadows
- Seattle, Wa, United States
- Life is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you're stuck with this undefinable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there's nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while there's a peanut butter cup or an English toffee. But they're gone too fast and the taste is... fleeting. So, you end up with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts. And if you're desperate enough to eat those, all you got left is an empty box filled with useless brown paper wrappers.
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