Days 101 to 103 – Staring Into The Eyes Of Temptation
We trade the instant dopamine rush for a lingering feeling of guilt and disappointment that itself is cured by, you guessed it, another instant dopamine rush
Day 40 – Blowing My Mind This Self Control
Money is a separation construct. It compartmentalizes all of us: have none, have a little, have some, have much, have much more, have a lot, have way too much, have more than you’ll ever need in a million years. As we go, each compartment gets progressively smaller and more exclusive.
Marijuana Free Day 420
And while it’s been a bit more than 420 days since I last smoked pot, consumed an edible, vaped, etc (472 days as of the publishing of this blog), I had an interesting convergence of emotions overcome me when I finally reached that magical 420th day.
Day 111 – I’m Spectacular In My Calculated Failure
Yes. I actually sat down and calculated that I had made it 99.4% of the way to my goal. If that’s not some sort of crazy alcoholic logic, I don’t know what is. Failure was imminent.
Day 64 – To Be or Not To Be So Lucky
I pulled down a five pound bag of various mini chocolate bars, and went to town. I should have known better, but I figured in my compromised state that the ol’ sugar for beer swap-a-roo was the lesser of two evils. Maybe, but…