A very negative post.
My absolute greatest pleasure has always been food. Overdoing it likely led to my Type 2 diabetes, and now I’m on a strict diet to avoid severe health complications. Surprisingly, I am not obese.
Here’s my problem: I hate what I’m eating. I don’t mind the exercise, and the meds are fine, but the food is miserable. I can’t stand choking down the same fats, endless protein, and tasteless vegetables every single day. Honestly, I don't see the point. I’d rather live a shorter life enjoying what I love than drag out a long one eating shit I despise. Everything I love is forbidden.
On top it all I don't know how long I got,
could get hit by a car tomorrow, get diagnosed with dementia, you get the idea, imagine all the sacrifice for that.
Unless a cure is discovered before my last day comes, I honestly think Im fucked.
