The Fruits of Laziness

There was a week there [or two] that I watched and allowed myself to engage in some unskillful coping habits.

I watched as much tv on my phone literally as I could. fuck screen time weekly reports btw.

I pretty much stared down my chocolate allergy and laughed in its face. I ate chocolate even when I didn’t really want it… why? Because I was doing whatever I wanted.

I knew there were better choices, and I did not care to make them.

I was drinking port for God’s sake. (I barely drink at all… but Port?!)

I drank matcha lattes from Starbucks and got addicted to caffeine in a week. I have a withdrawal headache as I write. I find the pressure in my head as delicious as it is exhausting.