Anyone who knows me can sum me up in just one word: Pizza. I have always been known by my friends as the local 'Pizza Slut', only because I would do everything and anything for that slice of delicious heaven. Nothing could ever seem to tear us apart...except for Lent. Regretfully, my friends and I decided to break up our beautiful relationship with pizza for a while and test our limits a bit. It seems so easy! What could possibly go wrong?

... It is going to be a problem when Jennifer Lawrence is literally your spirit animal when talking about pizza

It just looks so gosh darn good! How am I supposed to ignore it for 40 days?

The force practically took it straight out of my hands...

And now every time I hear the words 'pizza' come out of someone's mouth I'm like

I don't even care about my personal hygiene anymore

I just want to practically sink into it

Or literally roll around in it

Or something not as messy... Maybe just simply dance around with it for awhile

Or turn into the beautiful pizza princess that I truly am

Because I swear I am seeing pizza practically everywhere now

I just can't stop thinking about pizza!!!

Pizza seems to solve all of my problems

Because it is such a beautiful, beautiful thing

After these 40 days, I'll be doing this when finally being able to treat myself

And I'll even start carrying around my own personal pizza pouch to show my dedication

I am just counting down the days until I can have sweet, sweet pizza back in my life...

Don't give up on me now, pizza, you will always have a special place in my heart. It's not you... it's lent.