Thanks for the response and support, Chile.
I know you are right. I beat myself up a lot. It started as a useful tool ... It was how I pushed myself to achievement, demanding that I work harder, longer, smarter, etc. It evolved into setting specific goals, specific action plans, and committing to specific behaviors (do this, not that), which I can never actually live up to.
And that is the problem. This methodology works on some levels, but it also destroys me on a daily basis. I am perpetually dissatisfied with who I am and what i do. In the last 18 months, I have done some of the best and most successful work in my career, I have gotten myself into perhaps the best physical fitness since my mid-20's, I have pulled myself out of debt, and my marriage and family relations have never been stronger.
And yet, inside of me, in the quiet of my own mind, I STILL feel like a failure ... When I drink alcohol on the weekend, I sometimes "binge" drink (7-8 drinks) ... I miss workouts that I need (I am training for something big) ... I spent months and months, burning work time while I struggled with gender identity issues and crossdressing (wearing her clothes) and PMO, made 1,000 times worse because I had to hide it from the one person with whom I confide everything (my wife) ... But perhaps worse than even PMO, I have struggled with terrible chronic procrastination.
Today is a perfect example ... I came into the office, on a Saturday, to finish up some projects and get caught up on some admin work. I have been here for 2? hours and I have done exactly ZERO work. I could have done 10,000 other things, more enjoyable things, more productive things ... I could have spend more time with my family, or getting in a workout, or knocking out a home project, and on and on. Instead, I burned my time (need to leave here in an hour), like fire to tissue paper, just gone with nothing left but ashes. There is nothing I can do to get it back ... And no matter what I tell myself, no matter how positive or upbeat or "big picture" I try to get, this day will be a "loss" in my mind because I failed to do what I wanted to do, need to do. Now, I am going to have to come in tomorrow to do what I was suppose to do today.
Worse still, in about an hour, my wife is going to ask me, "How are you? Were you productive? Did you get everything done" or something like that, just making conversation, as she knows that is what I want to be true. And I am going to have to lie or equivocate to her ... I cannot bring myself to say, "No, I sat in my office and surfed the internet. So now, I have to burn tomorrow as well because I did not do anything of substance today." Because of this failure, really no matter what I do with the rest of the day, this is what will stick in my mind ... I failed.
The good news is that I have not looked at any pornographic websites since I found this website, and I am going on a week without porn. I did wake up this morning, strangely thinking about a specific porn video that I watched two months ago (CD porn). I did nothing with the thought/fantasy, other than to think about how powerful the attraction and imagery must be in order to resonate months later. I am hoping that, some time this weekend, real sex is in the cards with my wife, both to see where I am with this (I honestly feel okay physiologically after just a week without porn) AND because the lack of sex weakens my resolve against porn/PMO and cranks up the Rationalization Making Machine (I need sex, I am entitled to sex, I can't keep waiting for her, etc.).
I am going to try to not be online until Monday night. I will check back in then.