How bad is bad?

So, last night I caved and gave in to an urge for pizza. It was like 5ish, didn't want to cook, Vince had a friend over and its so close to payday that we really didn't have much.. anyways.. excuses aside, I bought the pizza. And ya know what, it was damn good. Old Tammy woulda had 4-5 pieces + 3-4 pieces of crazy bread. Last night, two pieces, even picked off some of the pepperonis and 2 thin slices of the crazy bread.

I'm not gonna kill myself on this. I'm not going to deny myself every food I ever want. What I will do is learn to control myself. This is the first pizza out I've had since my visit to my folks and we had pizza at my Aunt's house. I just have to come to terms with everything and make sure I stay on track even if I indulge just a little. We've had some cookies in the house, I had 2-3 small ones as a snack, and that was it. I'm learning to live with food, not be ruled by it.

Thats the whole process. If I'm forever going to be afraid to eat something, then just what am I doing? I know I'm exercising, I know I'm eating right 90% of the time. What more can I ask of myself? This is a whole lifestyle change, not a diet, not a fad, not something I'm going to stop when I hit my goal.