Valentine's Day: 14 Days In, One Cheat Meal Left

Well, it's pretty much all pizza for the next two weeks folks. I have used three of the four allotted "cheat meals" through the first two weeks, leaving only one more for the remainder of the month. I rationed these cheat meals about as well as Christina Aguilera sang the National Anthem at the Super Bowl (zing).

Two cheat meals in one weekend would seemingly be a display of horrible self-control, and normally I would agree, but if you were in position, you would have succumbed too. Also, you probably wouldn't have agreed to eat pizza for a whole month like some kind of idiot in the first place.

On Friday night, I was in Philadelphia. I stayed the night, and when I woke up on Saturday morning, there was a serious hankering for a cheesesteak from Pat's. Don't judge me.

Then last night, I came face-to-face with an incredible dish of fusilli pasta with crumbled sausage, artichoke hearts, sun-dried tomatoes, black olives and melted mozzarella. It was a game-time decision, but let's not pretend for a second I was going to be able to resist a meal like that.

One cheat left. I think it'll have to be used on sushi next weekend.

Should be an interesting two weeks.

Oh, also, I'm down almost two pounds. Go figure.

Day 9: Office Theft

It has happened before, and unfortunately, it has happened again: a Coyne PR refrigerator theft.

I arrived at work this morning with three perfectly good slices of pizza in the office fridge from the night before. I heated up two of those bad boys for breakfast, and was planning on the final slice as a mid-morning snack before going out for lunch.

Well, to my surprise, when I grabbed the pizza box from the fridge and took it out, it felt prettttttttty, prettttttttty light. Why, you ask? It was empty (gasp)!

Someone I work with, someone I share an office kitchen with, decided it was pizza time, and snatched my last slice, leaving nothing but an empty box seemingly just to mock me.

Needless to say, I was in shock and awe at the audacity at some people. Pizza thief, if you're reading this, I'm coming for you. Justice will be served.

Cheat Meal #1: Wings & Things

Before this whole thing started, and the cheat meals were instituted and guidelines laid out, I knew Super Bowl Sunday would be an obvious time to use a cheat meal. We call this wings and things, the "things" being anything and everything on the table. Sandwiches, chips, pretzels, cheesesteak, spinach dip, candy, taco dip, etc.

I have finished up one full week, and am currently on day nine. This first week was much easier than I thought.

Haven't gained or lost weight, feel pretty good, and it's essentially business as usual.

Days 2-5: Cake Walk

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.
Cheers.

Day 1: It Begins

Wasn't prepared for a pizza breakfast, so I didn't eat until lunch. Ordered a large pie from Luigi's on Rt. 9 in Howell. Ate half for lunch, and two slices for dinner. Have to get used to this again--definitely going to be a long month.
Day 1 in the books.

The Last Supper

Update: was planning on enjoying some pork chops for my last supper before the challenge. When I got home though, I called an audible and looked to the calamari over rigatoni marinara.

My current pasta coma is telling me I made the right choice.

Round 2

The Super Slice Me Challenge is back, and has been extended to an entire month of cheese, sauce and, well, pure joy. See details in the official contract below, signed by both parties earlier today. Get excited, folks.

The Last Supper

Well, it's over, and I went out with a bang: Six slices from a 28" pie, bringing the total for the seven days to 71.

Just let the record stand, I have not consumed anything except pizza and water for seven straight days. I took a multivitamin everyday to make sure I didn't pass out at my desk. Also, I haven't gained a pound (believe it or not) all week. Began at 155 pounds and tipped the scales last night at the same weight.

I'd like to thank everyone for following all week, the blog got more than 1,200 unique hits in the seven days.

One last thing: there is a month-long challenge already in the works for sometime this summer, so stay tuned.

The Final Meal

After polishing off two slices this morning for breakfast, I will be ordering 28" pies from "That's Amore" for lunch to celebrate the end of the challenge.

My stomach is killing me right now, so we'll see how many giant slices I eat. I'm guessing two, which would put the final slice count at 67.