What in the hell was I thinking when I decided to go eat at a pizza buffet today? I started my meal off with 10 units of insulin and then dove into the pizza like a shark in a feeding frenzie. I finally came up for air after I was totally stuffed. It felt really good to do this since I haven't in such a long time and then the guilt set in about I shouldn't have done this. Then the 2 hour after meal bg check; I am already in the mid 200's. I then give myself another 5 units to try and bring…