I'm trying to be better but I don't know when to push myself
So, like, my big problem is basically just Doing Stuff. I struggle to do stuff that’s not eating, sleeping, scrolling, or that doesn't have an obvious monetary or social reward. It's a wonder I made it through college--I think I was scared of disappointing my parents. But yeah. Once the novelty rubs off, my solo hobbies (calligraphy/drawing, language learning) or working out, and also chores literally feel like pulling teeth.
I am in therapy, and I've been sitting here thinking about my therapy homework and what I should be doing and how badly I'm messing up by not doing it. But it's like, how do I make myself want it? I know, logically, that my life will be better if I work on these things. That I will be prouder of myself, that I won't have to get down on myself, that I will be the person I want to be and achieve all the things I want to achieve, if I can just Do Things. I realize I function better with structure, but I also can't really trust myself to adhere to it?
And it sucks because it starts to feel like I'm making it all up. I, honestly, can get myself to do things, sometimes. I even have weeks where things go pretty good. I got back into working out a few months ago (definitely not my first go-round with that...), I got up to 15 pounds on my arm exercises, and was seeing good size and strength gains. But recently, it's been like pulling teeth again. Sometimes, I'll go for hours of staring at a task, trying to find the thing that will relax the Struggle Factor enough for me to be willing to start it. I've fucked up weeks at a time because I'll lose sleep over easy tasks, and being sleep-deprived only makes it harder for me to do stuff. It's a vicious cycle.
And even when the fixes are reasonable, they just...don't always happen. My therapist suggested I just do 5 minutes of stuff hard tasks. It sounds so easy, and yet there are so many days I haven't even tried to take 5 minutes to clean the house. And on the days I have tried, I haven't even gotten any real work done. Or the other day, I literally wasted half a morning, swearing up and down I was going to work out. I eventually mustered up the willpower to do 5 minutes, and afterwards I felt like shit because it was literally just 5 minutes.
And I guess I'm kind of at a loss. My impulse lately has just been to stop pushing and see if something will light a fire under my ass organically. But that's a copout, right? I feel so chickenshit doing that. But, then, do I really have it in me to fight this stupid battle of wills every day? But at the same time...what kind of person am I if I stop bothering?