Tuna Pizza

tuna pizza

This is massively quick and easy to make.  It’s the perfect I-got-home-late-and-feel-lazy meal, especially if you turn to pizza when you’re in that late, lazy mood.  You’ll need:

1 can of tuna (I like it in water)

Light mayo



Flat bread/Pita

Mix your tuna and mayo and veggies together, then spread it over the flat bread and cut.  There it is.  A healthy, two second meal.  You can also throw some cheese on it and pop it in the oven for a quick tuna melt.  Personally, I don’t like cheese on my tuna, so when I’m craving pizza and fish, I go this route.

Week One Hundred Fifty-Two

Well, it’s been a while.  Oops.  I have been going to meetings for the past two weeks, but Sunday is my new weigh-in day, and I keep forgetting to write these as soon as I get home.  Forgive me.  Anyway:

This week I stayed the same, which was a miracle because I ate most of my feelings all week long.  My total loss to date is 80.6 pounds.  It’s not the most I’ve ever lost, but I’m getting back there.  And the fact that I’ve been able to maintain that kind of loss impresses me.  I never in a million years thought I would ever lose this much weight, let alone keep it off.  I think I might have another mini-celebration this year to celebrate my anniversary.  What could I do to celebrate?  Leave me some ideas, please.

Wishing you all the very best week imaginable!

Dear Pizza Place,

Why can I only order a pie for delivery?  That’s so silly.  I’m single–I don’t need a pie.  I mean, I’m going to order the pie anyway.  I will just be mildly annoyed by it.


The chick ordering two sodas with her pie so you think more people are sharing it.

Making A Desk

Making a Desk

I recently got a desk from Ikea, and had to build it.  I forgot to take the bolts out of the box, so naturally the only way I could get them was to crawl all the way inside.  Yes, I was all the way inside the box.

For the record, I didn’t find the bolts.  I had already taken them out of the box and put them to the side.  I hate making things from Ikea.

Dear Hair,

Why don’t you ever do what I want you to do?  What’s it going to take?  Too much gel and I look like a forty year old with a comb-over.  Not enough gel and I look like a poof-ball.  I give up.  I’ll just buzz you off completely!


The chick owning the head where you live.