Last Wednesday, I finally achieved my goal of 100 days without PMO. I've been striving for this goal for about 15 years, always falling short. My longest streak had barely exceeded 50 days. I'm proud of my accomplishment, but I'm also aware of my continued vulnerability. Since the beginning of the year, I've been working from home every day, and my spouse is always present. In this environment, PMO isn't really an option. However, last week, I found myself alone in a hotel room, and the urge to PMO returned with a vengeance. It was then that I realized how fragile I still am. I understood clearly that what enabled me to reach my 100-day goal was largely my surroundings. What prevented me from relapsing while alone in the hotel was the thought of my incredible streak and the fear of starting over from zero.
I believe our environment plays a crucial role and is often underrated. The same applies to food. I rarely keep junk food in my house, so I simply don't eat it. However, if I know there's a bag of Doritos lying around, the temptation becomes unbearable. Soon, I'll be leaving my house for weeks at a time for work and will often be alone. I won't have my ideal environment anymore. Hopefully, the momentum I've built so far will help me stay on the right path.
