Finding: Fighting your demons is a waste of good drinking time

You always have this running monologue in your head. It goes something like this: oh if i go to the gym and work out that will be great i think maybe pilates today and then some cardio and stretching oh wait are you going for a drink maybe just one and then okay one cigarette and one pizza. fries too, yeah that would be great. well if everyone is staying for another one I might as well. sweet. The next morning at work, your throat hurts from smoking, drinking beers innumerable, and shouting at the top of your lungs, even though it was dead quiet in the alley you were getting wasted in and you're like, I am a total dumbass. Wouldn't it be better to just embrace your demons? Know thyself, I say.