So I am on day five, and kind of like a food restricted diet, I am fantasizing and day-dreaming about...things. The bad part is, I don't even realize it until I snap out of it. It is stupid how much I think about it. I only have 2 days to reach my goal of 7 days, but the fact that this is so difficult makes me want to keep going. I can feel my b*lls filling, and they are constantly tingling. This really sucks. On the other hand, I found myself being slightly more charming with women. Not in attempt to bed them or anything else, it kind of started coming out of nowhere. I am away from my wife for a few days, so I am excited to see if she can see a change as well. All in all, I am proud of myself and embarrassed. I am proud because I have resisted the urge, but embarrassed that its such a big part of my life.