With all the time I haven’t spent running lately (And no, still can’t run. I attempted to hussle across the street last night and half way there I became approximately ninety percent certain that those would be my last steps before I began using crutches/a cane/a walker to assist me in daily ambulatory function. No running allowed. Not to worry all you motherly types, I have an appointment with the orthopedic on Tuesday.) I have had ample opportunity to refine my other “skills.” Like my keen ability to analyze the living daylight out of myself and my life to the point of exhaustion. Fun times, I know. Do attempt to control your jealous rage for the time being, mmmmkay?
During this deep, detailed examination of all things me, I have been giving myself an especially hard time about my habits. Specifically, the bad ones. The ones that I wish I didn’t have and wish that I could somehow control. Without going into awful detail, I will admit that though I consider these habits to be next to dreadful, they hurt no one. Except me. Which is the fun part.
So because I’m tired and I’m committed to going to lift weights before work tomorrow, I am going to abuse the fabulous and undeserved privilege of having people that visit this site. I ask you, dear fellow bloggerites, for your opinions. Yes, you.
Do you think a bad habit (I’m talking habit here, not addiction) can be broken with effort alone?
Can it happen instantly or is it more of a progression? Specifically, how is this for you? I know it’s all relative but I’m open to whatever you may have to say.
I thank you in advance for your input. I look forward to reading any comment you’re willing to share because it will give me a new perspective and also, I’ll have more time to move on to more important things. Like criticizing my body.
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