Breakfast, bread and an omelette. I loved it, but what was missing was a nice cup of coffee. I woke up feeling slightly cold and wrapped myself in a light green blanket. Not only is the color light, but so is the weight—perfect for the early days of winter. After a few minutes, I woke again to the sound of a loudspeaker giving instructions for the morning P.T. Next to my place is a school. Opening the curtains revealed a beautiful, albeit not sunny, day along with an open window. That explained the breeze and the louder-than-usual noise. Sometimes, I wish for noise-canceling windows, but that’s for the next house.
Today is Monday—a great start to the week and the day I resume my Ozempic journey. Here’s hoping for fewer bouts of nausea this time.
This is Phase II. It’s a great opportunity to reset my lifestyle. After all, a man is the sum of his daily habits. Two liters of beer is a thing of the past now. Last night was my farewell to that drinking habit. On and off is fine, but not like the usual me—that’s what brought me to this situation in the first place. I think, I am an addict, alcohol addict.
It’s late—almost 10:45 at night—and I’ve finally taken the injection. What’s strange is that less than 10 minutes later, I feel its effects. I already feel like I might vomit. Just 30–40 minutes ago, I was thinking I could eat one more burger, and now I feel utterly different. More than a month without injections meant I missed 4-5 doses—that’s a lot to skip. My mouth started filling with salty water, which is never a good sign for me. I really don’t want to puke—not tonight.
Yes, my dinner was a juice burger with French fries.
