TOD
There were a few years - late 80s and early 90s - when I was eating a LOT of pizza. I’d go out to restaurants that served good ones, and do a lot of takeout as well. I was in the habit of ordering at least a medium, and when really “starving”, sometimes a large, and I’d always knock back a couple of glasses of red wine with it. I know I always finished a medium, and I think I even demolished a large one once or twice.
I was living alone then, and it was all too easy to be gluttonous without feeling too guilty. To tell the truth, I could probably accomplish the same right now, but the feat has a little less appeal, and I’d also be all the more aware that I wasn’t doing my waistline or anything else any favors.