Effects Of NoFap

Oh, what interesting weeks it has been!

Buckle up, my friends, because I have some insights to share with you that will leave you both enlightened and amused.

The Battle of Urges: Sex vs. PMO

Firstly, let's talk about those strong urges that hit me in week three.

I'm talking about the kind of urge that makes you want to shout from the rooftops, "I really, really, really want to have sex!"

It's like the universe conspired to test my willpower. It doesn’t help that the children had been pretty good at blue balling me during the urge.

But here's the plot twist: I didn't have a single inkling to return to PMO. It felt as if I had left that behind like a forgotten pair of socks under the bed.

Perhaps it's because I constantly reminded myself how PMO would drain my energy levels and undo all the progress I had worked so hard for.

Or maybe it's the sage advice of Andrew Huberman and the ever-enlightening conversations with Joe Rogan, who made it clear that dopamine is fine, as long as it's earned.

Then again, it could be the paralyzing fear of reverting back to the unmotivated, aimless, and downright cranky Andrewson of not too long ago.

Or just maybe, it's because I now have something meaningful to direct my efforts and thoughts toward (such as building this website).

Honestly, I have no clue which reason takes the gold medal—it could be a tantalizing cocktail of all of the above.

Now, let's address the real issue at hand: YouTube and its obsession with alluring thumbnails and revealing outfits.

Seriously, YouTube, what's with bombarding me with women wearing skirts doing stretches, flashing their panties like it's a fashion show for acrobats?

This is the result I get when I searched for stretching for man.....

And for bros who are doing nofap, those angels emoji are there to help.

I understand the need for clicks, ladies, but let's think about the future here. Imagine your kids or future significant others stumbling upon these videos.

Awkward much?

So, please, let's save our dignity and spare future generations from uncomfortable encounters.

Farewell, Porn: Rediscovering the Joys of Real Intimacy

Moving on to the joys of abstinence, let me tell you—having sex after a period of self-control and abstinence is like discovering a treasure chest full of pleasure.

It's like the difference between eating a store-bought microwaved chicken and sinking your teeth into a freshly baked, juicy tender roasted chicken straight out of the oven. Hohoho.

Scientifically speaking, when you abstain from constant PMO, your brain undergoes a reset, making the experience even more enjoyable and pleasurable. It's like your brain hits the refresh button, ready to savor the real deal instead of settling for pixelated fantasies.

And speaking of appreciating the real deal, let's not forget the importance of not constantly comparing our partners to what we see in pornography.

Trust me, folks, it's much easier to connect with your loved ones when you're not mentally (consciously or subconsciously) sizing them up against impossible standards.

Plus, appreciating every part of their body without unrealistic expectations is like discovering a new dimension of love and intimacy.

So let's give a round of applause to the amazing human beings in our lives—let's appreciate them like the magnificent art they are!

Energized and Sleep-Deprived: The Curious Effects of Abstinence

I've been feeling like the Energizer Bunny on steroids lately, despite getting just 5-6 hours of sleep per night

It's like I've tapped into a secret energy reserve that NASA would be jealous of.

Of course, there was that one day when I crashed, slept a glorious 9 hours straight and woke up utterly refreshed.

But hey, we all need our beauty rest, right?

I let my body call the shots. Most days, it seems my body is as eager to get up as a kid on Christmas morning. If it wants to sleep in, who am I to argue?

To be completely transparent, there was a definite energy slump during week 2 that lasted for a solid four days. It felt as if a mischievous energy thief had paid me a visit and left me constantly tired and yawning like a bear emerging from hibernation.

I could have taken a two-hour nap and still felt like I needed a caffeine IV drip to make it through the day.

Now, I couldn't quite pinpoint if this was a typical withdrawal symptom or simply the aftermath of a grueling morning trek at Machritie Reservoir.

Picture this: from 8 to 11 am, I found myself playing the role of a tongue-hanging donkey, alternating between carrying Rui and Lele as they dramatically complained of fatigue at every turn.

So, it's safe to say that the jury is still out on whether it was the withdrawal or just an intense case of heat-induced exhaustion. Will keep my eyes peeled for any further developments in this mysterious energy saga.

Running with a Purpose: Conquering My Stroller Prejudice

Now, let's dive into the realm of trying new things.

A Saturday morning walk with my family, and I find myself staring at the stroller. I used to believe that the strollers we had were designed solely for leisurely walks, not for running.

But in a moment of madness, I decided to take the plunge and go for a run with Rui in the stroller.

But guess what? I conquered that 3km run with ease.

The stroller held up like a champ, and Rui had the time of her life, feeling the need for speed.

As a bonus, I discovered that running with a stroller actually attracts attention. People's faces light up unconsciously when they see me jogging by with Rui in tow.

It's like witnessing a modern-day superhero juggling responsibilities and cardio.

Who knew my ego could get such a boost from becoming a stroller-pushing, speed-demon extraordinaire?

Maybe I should invest in a cape and a catchy theme song lol.

But it doesn't stop there, my friends.

Greetings, Earthlings! Spreading Morning Cheer on My Runs

I've embarked on a mission to spread some morning cheer during my runs.

I've started greeting people along the way because, let's be honest, who doesn't enjoy a friendly "Good morning!" or a cheerful wave? I surely do, do you?

It's like sprinkling a bit of sunshine into someone's day, and the reactions I've received have been quite entertaining.

Some folks are so caught off guard that their response is delayed, as if they never expected anyone to acknowledge their existence.

Of course, not everyone returns the greeting. I wasn’t expecting them in the first place. Getting reciprocated is just a bonus.

The Go-Giver Philosophy: Treating Others (and My Wallet) to Unforgettable Meals

Things are getting great after I start embracing the “The Go-Giver” philosophy.

I've been attending weekly meetups and embracing the joy of treating others to meals that I would never splurge on for myself.

Me, spending a jaw-dropping $34 on two waffles and five scoops of ice cream. Outrageous, right?

I could have feasted like royalty at Saizerya for that amount.

But here's the thing—it's not about the price tag; it's about the experience and the conversations that unfold.

Sharing a meal, regardless of what's on the plate, creates a space for meaningful connections and laughter.

And let's not forget that warm, fuzzy feeling that comes from giving. It's like a natural high, but without the questionable substances.

From Reading to Doing: Unleashing the Power of Action

Now, let's get intellectual for a moment (or I tried to ^o^).

As I've regained focus and reduced the influx of dopamine, I've found myself diving back into the wonderful world of books.

These aren't just any books; they're the ones recommended by online figures I trust. It's like opening a treasure trove of knowledge and empowerment.

But here's a word of caution—let's not get lost in the land of self-help overload.

These books should serve as tools to enhance our lives, not as excuses for procrastination.

As they say, knowledge without action is like a car without wheels—pretty useless.

So let's remember that reading is meant to improve what we're already working on, not to build a fortress of unread books that would make any librarian faint.

Well, my friends, that's all for now.

Remember to stay safe, healthy, and always find a reason to laugh, even if it's at the expense of your own silly adventures.

Until next time.

With love, laughter, and a side of stroller-powered speed,

Andrewson