How I did it: By being awesome.  Okay, not really. After 19 years as a nailbiter, I kind of got sick of the infected ugly stumps that were my fingers. Even marking this goal as "done," I still acknowledge myself as a nailbiter. It's like a heroin addiction except that, you know, it isn't at all. But really- by committing to not doing it.  Oh, and also by eating actual _food_ when bored/stressed instead of pieces of myself. Huh. Don't reccomend that bit. /rambling

Lessons & tips: 1. It's okay to regress. Yeah, you're going to bite them again. You'll get stressed out (speeches, tests, boy/girl problems) and realize three hours later that the end of your thumbnail is a ragged, throbbing, bloody mess. Forgive yourself.

2. When you notice that you're doing it, slap yourself in the face. Seriously. Conditioning. (:

3. Tell all your stupid little friends that you're trying to stop biting your nails. If nothing else, you'll get to see who is and who isn't willing to get on your back about it. If you think you need help, ask.

Resources: 1. Willpower.
2. Inspiring pictures of other people's pretty nails.
3. Brand new nailpolish in a color I love (tomato-ish red, in case you're curious).
4. Clear polish.
5. Buffer/file to keep edges clean and nice.
6. Lottttttttttttttion. And olive oil.

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Sep 29, 2008, 06:58PM PDT | 0 comments | 1 cheer