I am Not Entitled to Food!

Apparently I have to call the pharmacy a few days before it’s time to pick up Zepbound. It’s out of stock at a few local CVS locations nearest to me. I’m going to have a fat bitch week. I’m so scared when hunger happens because the pain is unbelievable horrific on a diet. Like it increases every hour, Then I start dry heaving out of the blue. You nigh tell me to eat a teeny bit, but it does NOTHING in terms of eliminating the pain. I feel like a big strong man built like Joey Swoll is repeatedly punching me in the stomach. I want to that I have 2 comorbidities that make obesity really easy to get into. I have to carefully watch what I put in my mouth. My lymphatic system is damaged. So the obesity hurts my affected limbs. It’s the sensation of hundreds of fire ants biting me. Then I am at elevated risk for catching the carcinoma from coming back. All the exercise in the world does nothing except gel my heart and lymphatic system. It doesn’t make me normal weight. I feel so sad. A friend told me that I should have a “cheat meal” to feel better about myself, but fuck No! I’m not entitled to shit and a cheat meal can ruin my weight to the point I have to starve myself and over exercise and I don’t want to take the chance. I really don’t trust myself around food. And no one either should trust me. I’m a fucking dirty diseased pig who needs to get on a liquid diet.

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YM Body September 03, 2025 at 12:42 pm 1 0