The Saucy Temptress

Do you remember when you first went to high school and learned that you could have pizza every day if you so choose? Maybe not at all high schools, but for me high school was pizza heaven and it seemed like the coolest thing. Really, the only thing that kept me from subsisting entirely on pizza was that I got my lunch money in cash, and pizza could be a little spendy. It seemed like a much better idea to hoard the money for various teenage frivolities. I kind of wonder if my parents knew I was skipping lunch in favor of having fun money. It doesn't really matter, I'm just curious if I was really "getting away with it." Latter when my brother became a teen and I saw how much money he could mooch off of my parents I started to realize that maybe I could have fulfilled my pizza fantasy without giving up the finer things in life, but by then I had moved on to mooching of off my parents through child support, groceries and other goods and services.

Anyways, teenage me would have loved law school. Well, not the work, but she would have dug the never ending pizza. Not only is pizza readily available, but its free. You may have to sit through some sort of a lecture or meeting to get it, but it doesn't come out of my student loan money and that's as good as free. While someday we law students will be making $100+ an hour (please oh please), for now an hour of our time can be bought by 2 pieces of pizza. Not even good pizza. After a year of law school pizza from various local places I've learned that Boli's crust really does taste like cardboard, and that any event geared towards public interest law is probably not only going to have no pizza with meat, but also at least a couple boxes without any cheese. I really respect people that commit to eating vegan, but unexpectedly cheeseless pizza is so very disappointing.

I know that eating pizza that often is really, really bad for me. Trust me, every morning I get up and sigh as I reach past my skinny jeans in favor of something that can button up I am reminded. But despite that knowledge, every day I am faced with that saucy cheap temptress waiting in the wings to draw me into her cheesy clutches. And I can always lie and say that I'm just going for the networking, or to expand my legal education, or some other less than true explanation. But really its just because that morning I was too lazy to pack something remotely healthy for lunch, and now its noon and I'm hungry and prowling the halls for a free lunch.

With all that being said, yesterday was a bit of a victory for me. I started the day right with a healthy lunch stowed away in my backpack. I didn't actually make it, as I am a righteous woman who supports my husband in developing his divine nurturing, lunch making skills, but I still had it and that's all that really matters. I was all ready and set for the day, and was only going to go to a lunch seminar because I was actually interested. Just go and learn and network and eat my healthy lunch. Even if the pizza everyone else is eating smells really good and actually came from one of the non cardboard places. But I held strong! Really, kind of sort anyways. Well, I only had one piece. You have to start somewhere, right?