30 Days of Discipline is designed to kick your ass up and down the calander for an entire month. At the end of your month, you are guaranteed to have achieved more self-discipline than you had before you started. In fact it's likely that you will have more self-discipline than you've ever had before!
But here's the catch:
It only fucking works if you make it work!
The only way you get your discipline is by earning it. The only way you earn it is if you do the damn program.
My behaviour this last week was a farcry from what is required from 30 Days.
The first day was great. I only missed one or two habits.
Day two I missed five habits.
Day three I gave up.
The entire rest of the week I spent in a langour brought on by my own thoughts "you're worthless" and behaviours "Just stay in bed". I got depressed. I started to binge, eating whatever processed shit I could get my hands on. I walked with hunched shoulders. I stayed in my room. I spent the next three days sleeping and dicking around on the internet.
Then - finally - I took some advice and stopped digging my hole.
I woke up at 7 this morning, instead of at noon.
I stopped eating. I haven't eaten in the past 20 hours.
I broke my isolation by spending time with my girl, which cheered me up considerably.
Tomorrow I'm taking another swing at it.
And this time I'll remember.
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