Leaving something you love is draining. For the last few weeks, I’ve been cutting back on the amount of takeout pizza I get into -- an amount fueled mostly by the dumb Raptors and their inability to win or lose in blowout fashion.
This shift has involved some mental fortitude. On the one side, pizza is great. On the other side, pizza is not great for you. Sure, as a young man who works out most days, with a BMI somewhere between “lol, athlete” and “average desk bozo”, I may not wear the pizza on the outside.