Monday, June 13, 2011
On Mother's Day, my mom and I got our nails done. My entire life, I have been a compulsive nail biter. Never low enough to hurt or get infected (like my boyfriend's nails) but it kept them trimmed and gave me something to do with my hands. I got a manicure that cleaned up my nails, and then stopped biting them. For three weeks.
This has been a great accomplishment for me. Yeah, the second I hit that three week mark I went to TOWN on my nails, but I did do it. I kept them clean, painted, and well manicured. And I don't think I'd ever do it again.
As great as accomplishing that was, there were a lot of downfalls. I do a lot of typing and guitar playing - any sort of nail whatsoever greatly inhibits that. The time I was having to put into it was frustrating and rather lengthy. However, because of it, I met a goal AND my nails are a bit stronger (I started taking a calcium supplement to aid the growth and strength of my nails).
I think that it shows I can do something, I can lose weight and I can meet goals if I try. The effort is overwhelming but I really need to want it first. After I meet it, I can crank back a bit and be comfortable with myself - I can be healthy and good looking without being a crazy gym nazi. I don't need to be stick thin, I just need to be thinner.
I just need to know I can do this.