Took a Memorial Day weekend jaunt to Vegas. Now, me and Vegas are old buddies. Drinking, eating, gambling until the wee hours. Hangover steak and egg breakfasts, all night poker games, craps sessions... a routine down pat for almost 30 years.

This time? I ate practically nothing. Low-grade nausea kept me from enjoying the foods I adore while there, and when I did eat a fraction of what I normally ate, I felt bloated and quesey until I hit the bathroom a few hours later to (loudly) expel it out. Two drinks in and I wanted to throw up. If I wasn't in bed by 1000pm I was falling asleep on my feet.

I'm supposed to go again in August but I am rethinking it. I've been willing to accept the negatives of this drug in interest of the positives (weight loss and A1C control) but man, that sucked.