Doing things that are good for me is almost always an odd feeling. Because I never WANT to. It’s not even a delayed gratification problem. The issue is strictly motivational - even knowing the rewards, waking up early, sleeping a reasonable amount, eating healthy, going to the gym, all feel like very un-me things to do.
Lately I’ve been trying to do them anyway, within reason. And interestingly, the only way that seems to work is by eliminating choice, and putting hard-and-fast rules in place.
Life is fascinating, sometimes. Mostly when I think about how much self-manipulation is necessary to do it even reasonably well.
I really, really wish more had been done with the mutantes sans frontieres concept in 2000s era/ Grant Morrison era x-men comics. Such a cool idea.