Well, it all started in 1993… okay, I’m not going that far back. But I can remember when it started: elementary school. I would never do my homework until the deadline was breathing down my neck. My habit was always to leave any work I had for the last possible moment. As you can guess, I wasn’t the best pupil. :D
The real problems began in high school. For the first three years, I barely scraped by and always needed remedial exams to pass. By the fourth year, it got even worse—I stopped going altogether and later had to take exams for almost all my subjects to graduate. Looking back, I won’t bore you with every bad decision I made, but there’s one thing I know for sure: with every bad decision, I created a new bad habit.
It all started with something small—sweets. When I was under pressure to finish tasks at the last minute, I started eating. The more sugar it had, the better it felt. All-nighters became rituals fueled by sweets, coffee, and Coca-Cola. Fast forward 10-ish years, and here I am: constantly battling my weight. I’ve gone from starving myself to going absolutely crazy with food (and beer). It’s a never-ending war.
Almost two weeks ago, I hit a wall. I’d eat something sweet, and it would knock me out. My energy levels were non-existent. My mental stability? Barely holding together. My blood pressure spiked randomly during the day. I knew something was wrong, so I decided to check it out. And, to no one’s surprise, I was right. :D
I have insulin resistance, and if I keep this up, we all know what’s next. The surprising part? I wasn’t shocked at all. I knew I had done this to myself. There’s no one to blame—not an ex-girlfriend, not a boss, not my parents, not the random guy who cuts me off in traffic. It was all me.
Now I see how procrastination has impacted not just my health but also my personal life. I procrastinate working on myself until I’m doing… nothing at all. And I can come up with every excuse you can imagine for why I’m not working on the things I care about. That’s what haunts me the most. It’s why I keep coming back to this website. I always hope this time will be different—that I’ll finally be consistent.
The previous version of this site was supposed to be about a 90-day challenge—a chance to see how much my life could change. Spoiler: it didn’t work out as planned. Or maybe it did, just not in the way I expected (hello, insulin resistance:D). So, what now? I need a better idea of what I’m pursuing if I want to get out of this rat race. For now, the plan is simple:
I believe that’s the only way to beat my unhealthy addictions—by building a life that’s bigger than them.
So, this is my first story. It’s just an introduction—a starting point. Next week, I’ll write a reflection on how things are going. Until then, I’m committing to being involved in more things that interest me (let’s hope).
See ya soon,
Procrastinator