I ordered an easy transition back to Keto.
I also ordered my leg injury and my infection to be healed by now, along with a side of increasing word count on my novel.
Instead, Universe, you’ve handed me a plate of a second tough withdrawal from carbs, a leg injury that still looks like someone spilled blue-black ink all over my calf, a fourth course of antibiotics (this one for 20 days, of which I’ve completed five) and, for dessert, the incipient return of my seasonal affective disorder.
Not cool, Universe. If you were a restaurant, you’d get a 1-star review on Yelp.
What’s that you say? I have only myself to blame? That I know the consequences of inadequate rest and poor diet? That I already figured out that I need to get out into sunlight every single damned day?
Pooh. Someday, I hope I stop doing the same thing and expecting different results.