I quit chewing my nails, and just last month, chewing and picking at hangnails. It’s a pretty insiginficant thing, so to say I fear lapsing is a bit of an overstatement, but I really hope I don’t, because I’m growing a little vain about my well-shaped fingernails and intact cuticles, and I’m kind of like a non-smoker, in that seeing people chew their nails absolutely disgusts me now. But I figure if I quit once, I can quit again.
I’m also in the process of overcoming the laziness problem. Every once in a while I catch myself thinking, “Man, I can’t wait until I have my degree and I can finally relax,” and I have to kick myself and remind myself that I am building new habits for a lifetime. Finishing my degree is my short-term goal, but after that I have a new job to go to, and I will probably be even busier than I am now, so it is crucial that I practice good work habits now and get myself into “the best shape of my life” for the fall.
I’m getting to the point where slacking off causes anxiety instead of relaxation in me. If I have a bad day and don’t get much done, I really beat myself up over it because I don’t see it as one bad day, I see it as the start of another slide into oblivion. However, when I get done beating myself up, I try to redirect myself to the tools that I use to keep myself organized and motivated, to remind myself that I learned how to shape up and be productive, and now that I know those skills, I merely have to apply them.