Once upon a time, I took pride in the discipline and willpower I meticulously constructed. I felt proud that I could rise at 5 a.m. to work out before school. I drank black coffee and ate hard-boiled eggs, watching with disregard as others enjoyed pumpkin spice lattes in the fall and buttery scrambled eggs onContinue reading “HI, I’M DISCIPLINED, NICE TO MEET YOU.”