I used to do quite a bit of google-stalking when I first met my T. It was obsessive and unhealthy. It was hard to stop doing, but, like any other craving, you just distract until the feeling goes away. And you do that over, and over, and over again until it becomes easy.

Learning to knit or crochet is good. I like South Park or Archer for diversion. John Irving writes pretty engrossing stories. A Prayer For Owen Meany left me unable to think about anything else for at least two weeks.

I don't think you are bad or that your intentions are bad, but I think the behavior is creepy and not okay. Maybe remembering how guilty it made you feel will be a good deterrent against doing it again? That and distract, distract, distract.