I read an article about self inflicted anxiety over procrastination. You put something off. By avoiding it you have relief but each day you continue, the anxiety grows. The temporary relief makes it appear worth while but it’s not. Sometimes snowballing into worse issues.
He makes a valid point by saying you initially avoid something due to fear.
I thought about my own procrastination. Weight loss. I know how. Stop being lazy. Get moving. Eat better and less.
I don’t do it. Why? I take comfort in food. I also take comfort in blaming my weight for being unhappy, single and what have you.
Cleaning my house. Every time I organize my house. Pick things off the floor, clean the counter, organize something, I feel wonderful. Why do t I keep this up? Is it because I can’t invite people in if it’s a mess? I can’t have boys over, I will have time to go out rather than the excuses I use now to stay home?
Why? Why do I fear having a life? It’s a sick cycle. I need to beak it.