I had a pizza (instant regret)

In attempt to broaden my palate after it had decreased significantly, I decided to have a pizza. It was a very ordinary mozzarella pizza, straight from the freezer section. Wheat base, tomato sauce, sliced tomatoes, pesto, and cheese.

(Maybe I also wanted to make sure I don't lose any more weight. After all, introducing a new food that's engineered to create addiction is a nice way of increasing one's appetite.)

(Maybe I also just wanted to treat myself after a somewhat harder-than-usual 24 hours.)

Anyway -

I made the pizza in the oven and ate it. It was all right. I now have a small burn on the roof of my mouth from the boiling hot tomato sauce. I hadn't had cheese in a while so I had to use the bathroom almost right after. And now I'm worried that having four eggs later to fill the daily goal of my autumn challenge will be a task from hell - because let's face it, eggs taste blander than pizza.

After all, if there's anything I've learned over the years, it's that to stay happy with what you're eating, your meals should increase in tastiness from breakfast to lunch to dinner.

Maybe I could sneak the eggs in? Hide them in homemade pizzas, for example?

(Also... an ordinary mozzarella pizza? When I could have had a chicken ranch pizza? What was I thinking?)