And so it begins.

A week without porn, and the withdrawal starts. The last two nights have been largely sleepless. That's been my only sympton in the past, although a couple of evenings ago I had an inexplicable bout of nausea and mild trembliness.

I'm really, very tired. It's annoying, but not as annoying as being a slave to lust.

The trouble is, when the withdrawal starts, so does that nagging voice telling me I know what to do about it...

I will struggle on. I've achieved so much more over the last week than I would have done if I had been mb'ing regularly. Porn steals time, and adds nothing to my life but guilt and shame.

I will battle on. No retreat, no surrender.