Ugh. Last night, I did a thing. I got high as fuck, and then I thought it would be a brilliant idea to order a small pizza. The problem with that is, because I'm back on
#Ozempic as well as taking my diabetes meds, my stomach is waging war against me in direct and bitter protest today. The bloating, the gas escaping from both ends, and the feeling that my gut is being constricted in a vice really should teach me that I ought not to do this sort of thing again. At least until a few days or a week go by and I really want the terrible food choice again. Then I have to ask myself, do I just wanna say fuck the consequences and make the bad decision again? Or have I learned something? It's a slow adjustment.