I've been so stupid these last three birthday-days. I can't get away with the excess... Why do I keep trying? I just keeping bathing my organs in acidic blood, supersaturated with glucose molecules which, although not contributing any calories to me at the moment, are intent upon trying their utmost to kill me.
I have those little ketostix; I know this is when I should use them.. But I am too scared. I don't know why I have them around...
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It takes awhile to break old habits, even when you know they're self-destructive. I ate ice cream last night, even though I knew I shouldn't. And I was reminded why I shouldn't. Next time I will remember.
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