I know you've all been anxiously awaiting a new blog post these past few days. Allow me to offer my deepest sympathies for those of you checking back three, four, even five times a day looking for riveting updates on my progress to consume nothing but pizza for the entire month of February. Well, your prayers have been answered, and I will do my best to continue blogging regularly... y'know, for the fans.
Sidebar: Be sure to follow @nick_dimi on Twitter for more frequent updates including foursquare check-ins and Foodspotting photos throughout the day. Also, try to calm down a bit if you're actually considering doing any of that.
As for these past few days, they have been an absolute breeze, and as I proved during the original Super Slice Me Challenge--eating pizza for a week is a proverbial cake walk.
I know the readers of this blog are exceptionally intelligent and can clearly tell the above photo is NOT two plain slices of pizza. Can't get anything by you guys. Today I utilized the first of my meals with toppings. I got a chicken parmesan slice, accompanied by a beautiful plain guy from a quaint little place in North Brunswick called Napoli's. The pizza is apparently wood-fired--I couldn't taste the difference. Sorry, Mr. Napoli.
Just a quick observation looking back on the first five days of the challenge: not having to only drink water is an absolute godsend. Don't let Ron Burgundy tell you otherwise--milk is always a good choice.
For tomorrow, I will definitely be using one of my four cheat meals, barring a spread that warrants it at the Super Bowl gathering I will be attending. I plan to eat myself into a chicken wing coma by halftime.
Random observation: It's prettttttttty, prettttttttty, prettttttttty interesting explaining to a new client, whom you're meeting for the first time, all about why you can't order lunch from the deli like everybody else during your first meeting together.
My name is Nick. When I was a young and stupid 22-year-old, I accepted a challenge to eat nothing but plain pizza for a week. Now, I'm a seasoned 23-year-old, and have accepted a challenge to eat pizza for a month. Join me on my crusade.