Pizza for dinner, ugh

Our flight got in after ten, we got home after eleven. With all the
recent travel our cupboard was bare, kids were hungry. So we ordered
pizza. I’m not guilty about that but I sure regretted it when I was
done eating and I felt heartburn. I almost never, ever, get heartburn.
I know people struggle with this, but I don’t. But I had heartburn
almost immediately after eating the pizza. Post-holiday weight of 92.4 kilos says I have a lot of work to do in
March. The dog is a little heavy too after essentially three weeks of
staying with the in-laws and then a week of being dog-sat. Yep, the
whole house needs a diet and walking and such.