I used to wonder how could someone get addicted to pain medications? I mean, if there wasn’t any pain in the first place, what effect should they have?
That question took me to beyond what I was taught in Med school. They will throw all the physiological and biochemical mechanisms of how it work, but they never answered how it feels to take these pills.
It feels amazing. The bliss of the world. Euphoria.
A pill that kills physical pain can also numb any other form of pain. And there’s nothing more painful than life.
But becoming addicted to drugs is like signing a contract with the devil – or agreeing to the Terms and Conditions; you just sign without reading the fine prints of the finely printed contract. Why? Because desire requires no energy, no resistance, no discipline, no struggle.
I did a gym-related mistake today; I stepped on the scale. In doing so, I saw that I haven’t lost anything.
Which is exactly why it’s a mistake.
When I first got my ass back to the gym more than 3 weeks ago, I did not do it for the numbers. I did not do it for some sort of transformation challenge.
I simply did it to get off my ass and go to the gym.
I would be lying if I said I wouldn’t have felt great if I saw a drop in the weight.
I also would be lying if I said I continued my workout when I saw that. I got on the treadmill, dragged my feet for less than ten minutes and then just left.
I’m craving a pizza binge. Pepperoni anyone?
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