The Boxer

I'm coming up on where my cycle usually takes a turn for the worse. Yesterday I was bored, hyper (too much coffee at church, so I had difficulty taking my beloved Sunday nap), and horny. The Falcons were futzing around in Seattle, so I started drifting channels and there were some thigns on that I did not need to see.

In the interest of creating new habits, I got up and took Jack to the park. But as I was leaving the house, I called my friend The Boxer to let him know what was going on. We talked about what I was feeling and, since he was outside the situation, he was able to speak to me objectively and talk some sense into me. The porn is only going to hurt me, and God will give me the power/strength to make the right choice.

Accountability works, but only when you have other men you can trust and identify with. The Boxer is recovering from other addictions and has found success, but only with the help of the Holy Spirit and other men who are fighting for him and alongside him.

Having other men on your side gives a feeling like nothing else. No woman, sex, drug, anything can replace that feeling. It's the feeling of security. It's the feeling of self-worth. When you find the men you know you can call at 2 a.m. when they have to be at work at 8 a.m., and risk waking up their wives, that's when you know you've found someone who is on your side. It makes you feel like you have value, and that helps you believe that you deserve better than the counterfeit affection.

I got through my rough spot with The Boxer's help.