Slippery slopes

The more I drink, the more I feel thirsty.

The more I write, the more I want to write.

The more I exercise, the more I want to be physically active.

The more I blog, the more blog posts ideas come into my head.

The more I read, the more books get added to my to-be-read pile

The more I practice patience and self-control, the more I truly want to be patient and controlled.

The more I sleep, the less sleep I feel like I should be getting. Sigh. Patterns were meant to be broken.