Checking-in. Yesterday during sex I stayed too close to the edge for too long and although I squeezed I inadvertently dribbled. Guessing I lost maybe 15% of my stock. But what's interesting today is that I notice my mind saying 'You've already lost some, you may as well go for it, empty out, and start fresh again.' And because I'm a little down for having dribbled, I'm more apt to listen to that suggestion. What a sly game of self-deception. I know that if I act on that impulse, not only will I ACTUALLY lose what I've attained so far, but will very likely end up binging, and who knows for how long. So today is about fighting the good fight by observing those suggestive whispers of my lower self and countering it in whatever way I can. For starters, reminding myself that I managed to retain most of my seed, and taking it from there.