Am very distracted by my belt today. It's comfortable enough. The sores have all gone, and I'm totally used to wearing it all day. But its primary function is getting to me right now: Enforced chastity.
I know I'm supposed to be transforming the frustration into workouts, high function and productivity, but today that's JUST. NOT. HAPPENING. I am sat here stewing in my own juices. It's a kind of tense, desperate, eagerness to have sex... but ofc it would be, at this point, a really selfish experience, exactly what I am trying to avoid.
So I'm sat here my mind full of trash and feeling a little wretched... but the belt is locked on and my net is filtered and so ...the only way is UP. At some point I'll get bored or distracted or even inspired and empowered and I guess I'll start climbing back up out of this hole. By the time my wife gets back tonight I'll be the man I want to be once again. I cannot not be. My belt ensures it.
