After about 2 years of no Fap, I can out lift my friend who weighs 175lbs and who has more lifting experience than I do. I weigh 143lbs. My voice is louder. I don’t care if I have to initiate a conversation or an interaction. My skin is clear after suffering from chronic acne for the majority of my teenage years.
I used to have pretty severe acne, but after doing the nofap lifestyle for almost two years now, my skin has become the clearest it has ever been. Sure, I get the occasional pimple, but damn I can’t help but attribute my results to no Fap and exercise.
I can concentrate and memorize things easier.
I can withstand more discomfort; I don’t give up as easily as I did before. Fuck whatever your brain is telling you. Nofap is worth it. Fuck virtual reality and do real shit, lol. Seriously, you don’t need to be indoctrinated by these devices. Have you read Brave New World? Porn, Netflix, the internet, is our “soma.” Break free from all that shit and face reality; however harsh it may be.
Honestly I feel monk mode is the only way to go at first.
I lost count on accident, and I just started to forget about pmo. I started focusing on other shit and time seemed fly by.
The feeling after relapse sucks, but the only solution to it is to begin another streak. Just keep going, man. Recovery isn’t linear. when I first started no fap I had a horrifying time trying to sleep. I would close my eyes, get close to falling asleep, and then jolt wide awake because I was overcome with this strange anxiety like the sensation that I was about die. It was weird. Has anyone else had symptoms like this? Anyway, those “anxiety attacks” passed. Like others have said, meditation helped, and listening to relaxing music was nice, too.
I learned that sometimes when you’re lonely, you are the one that has to go and reach out to people. Even though it would be awesome, people will usually not come up to you and initiate a friendship. You gotta take the initiative. And, the loneliness will pass. I can guarantee that.
[About escorts] was obsessed with being a virgin, so I decided to do something about it. I went to visit an escort and it was nothing like how I imagined it to be. And that’s the key point. Everything in your mind regarding sex is just a fantasy created by the addiction. It’s all a lie. Having sex with someone requires much more than lust. Thankfully, I didn’t have intercourse with the escort, but I don’t regret the experience of going. It allowed me to get a taste of reality.
I’m not advocating seeing escorts, but putting myself in that situation killed the fantasy for me. It’s nothing like the lustful fantasy in your head. The escort puts on an act, gets paid, and in the end you go home, no longer a virgin perhaps, but still alone. And I think all of us here are tired of being alone.
I realized escorts are just an extension of porn. She told me pretty much all of the men that come to see her are just lonely. Sometimes they don’t even want sex; just someone to hold them. But in the end, she said, they still leave with a hollowness in their hearts. The interaction they had with her was physical, but not fulfilling. I think those of us who are addicted are deeply confused about sex. We are tricked to think that all we need is sex with a beautiful woman to help us feel better, but it’s sadly not the truth. We do want sex, but not just with anyone. We want sex with someone we care about; that’s the fulfilling sex we need. Not any sex will do. Having sex with an escort is only temporary respite, but our hearts yearn for something substantial.
If I had the choice between having sex with every single one of my favorite pornstars, versus, having sex with a woman I truly loved; I would pick the woman I truly loved every time.
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