I’ve been up since 5:30, which is just not right on a Sunday morning. I woke in pain when I rolled onto my right side, and knew immediately that the two small pinches of calzone stuffing I snuck from Chris’ dinner last night have given me another digestive flare up. It was two thin slices of tiny meatball, a mushroom, an onion bit, and a little bit of mozzarella cheese – all told probably a tablespoon worth of filling. It’s the damn cheese. My side is aching and I know that today I’ll be drinking a half dozen quarts of water with fresh lemon juice, and eating nothing but kale.
