Pick any night and my default food choice is pizza. I want to know why? Sure, pizza is great. All that cheese, sausage and tangy tomato sauce, that chewy crust. Yeah, it’s divine. I find my pizza palette insatiable these days.

And, as much as I love Chinese food and Mexican food and well, just about all food, I wander back to pizza like that ex-girlfriend who is always around, always up for you coming over to visit no matter how much time has passed and no matter where either of you are emotionally or relationally. I want pizza now and I’m still drinking my morning coffee.

Making matters worse is that I’ll eat any old pizza. It doesn’t have to be from Alfredo’s or Davenport’s (my favorites here in Birmingham), when the craving hits, I’ll sneak into a low rent chain and emerge pissed off that I just spent 15 bucks on what tasted like grocery store private label pizza, complete with cardboard crust and plastic cheese.

Am I the only one who suffers from this?