My Embarrassing Addiction

I mentioned in the last post that I needed to get after it and start to re-establish my positive, structured routine. I did not meet that need. The bulk of this weekend was spent feeding what has become a dangerous addiction. Dangerous in the sense that most addictions are destructive, not in the actual destructive potential of my issue. What is it you ask potentially? I'm nose deep in the final volume of my series of books. If you've been here since last fall, you know that I'm tackling the Wheel of Time books. I'm into the final volume which is actually three large tomes. These were primarily written after the death of the original author by his appointed successor. The style of new author is decidedly more gripping and I'm struggling to put these books down. Really struggling. I finished book 13 on Saturday after donating many hours of my Friday and Saturday to it. I'm into the final book now and I can't seem to put it down. There are tasks that need to be completed that I'm easily neglecting in favour of the book. I dream about it, I think about it when I've forced myself to do other things. I have to find away around this sickness. I should establish a work-reward system with it but I'm too weak. I should allow myself to dive in only after I pump the pedals of my bike for an hour. Should, but I know I won't. It's frustrating to have that knowledge. Luckily the book is finite and after I reach the end I should be able to pull myself from the throes of addiction and get back to what's important in life...the next series of books. Just joshin', I'm going to focus on my rehab exercises. Luckily I was able to get groceries so on the rare times I tear myself away long enough I can still provide sustenance to my lethargic frame. I hope I can power through this one before work becomes more demanding. Here's hoping.