Six weeks on and two weeks off seemed genius.
Six weeks of discipline where I ate right, worked out, and walked every day.
Followed by two weeks of degeneracy: drinking, doom scrolling, and porn.
I earned it, and it seemed fair!
But it was a mistake.
I oscillated between the pleasure of thumb-swiping, and the pain of experiences not easily dismissed or dulled.
Like a senior citizen trapped in a casino, eyes glued to the slots, frail hands pulling the lever, desperate for the next hit.
Addicted.
I should have known two weeks was too long... or put more thought into worthwhile rewards.
It will take weeks to recover, and I'm scrambling to get back on track.
I must begin again, and three weeks on and one week off seems genius.
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