I love lusting. And lust is much more than just p*rn. Let me tell you what I hate.
In life there will be battles. But when it comes to this, I get to pick which one.
While in active addiction, I looked wantonly at everyone and everything, and let my mind wander to wherever I could get a quick fix. The final result was often a porn-fest (or fantasy-fest), giving myself ever-increasing doses of the drug. The battle then was against a head full of images that teased/tormented me and always wanted more. The battle was inevitably lost. There was never a sound battle plan -- now I fight, now I feed it, now I fight again. Insanity. That, I hate.
Now B"H in recovery without a fall for over two years, the battle is different, practiced, less mind-consuming. The battle is to choose to avoid the drug at all times. Which means not taking even a first glance when out, not looking at magazines, newspaper ads, pretty faces everywhere, TV, movies. Stuff that's considered normal; and hard to give up. And when lustful thoughts and images come knocking, I react immediately by davening, asking Hashem to take my lust.
That's the battle. But that's the only battle. Because I moved the battlefront to a point of my choosing, deep behind enemy lines, it is much easier to prevail consistently. The battle now is also not to become complacent just because I didn't fall yesterday. To remain vigilant. Every day.
