I've just eaten a pizza for dinner. It was one of the individual-sized Pizza Express ones you get in the supermarket, for those in the UK - everybody else, I think it's a 9".
As I took it out of the oven, I was so excited that I danced about a little bit chanting "Pizza pizza pizza!" It's not an item I've been allowing myself very often recently.
About half way through, I thought "Man, this is good. Why did I never used to buy these?"
And then it occurred to me: it was because they were 'too small'. One of those was never enough to satisfy the giant pizza craving; it never left me feeling like I couldn't eat another bite and was entirely stuffed with melted cheese. Sure, I could have bought two, but I thought "Noooo, look at me, I'm no longer the girl who eats two pizzas at a sitting!" while conveniently ignoring the fact that the 1200 calorie monster I'd just bought had enough calories for two people.
But now I have pizza so rarely that it doesn't need to be the size of my car's spare wheel to get me excited enough to dance around the kitchen. And I'm happy and satisfied and best of all sated with a normal-sized portion.
I think that's a definite step forward.
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