It's been cold for the past two days. Anything below 70 is now cold to me. Below 50 is my freezing point. Four years in Central Florida has "thinned" my blood. My Yankee butt can't stand cold weather anymore.
I read a great thing on a blog and will also pass it on:
I am your constant companion.
I am your greatest asset or heaviest burden.
I will push you up to success or down to disappointment.
I am at your command.
Half the things you do might just as well be turned over to me.
For I can do them quickly, correctly and profitably.
I am easily managed; just be firm with me.
Those who are great, I have made great.
Those who are failures, I have made failures.
I am not a machine, though I work with the precision of a
machine and the intelligence of a person.
You can run me for profit, or you can run me for ruin.
Show me how you want it done. Educate me. Train me.
Lead me. Reward me.
And I will then...do it automatically.
I am your servant.
Who am I?
I am a habit.
LET'S CONTINUE TO WORK ON CULTIVATING GOOD HEALTH HABITS IN 2012!
Really made me think about how habits really rule your life, bad ones can ruin it. Why do we take such comfort from our habits, especially if they are bad for us?
As an ex-smoker I know about the bad habits. I started smoking around age 14 I think. My parents were smokers, most of my relatives were too. Family parties we great, dodging the many hands holding burning cigarettes sometimes getting hit by a waving hand (gotta watch those hand speaking Italians!) , those burns really hurt!
I smoked for about 17 years. I have been smoke free since May 17th 1999. I can tell the exact date because its when I went into the hospital at age 32 and had two strokes. When I woke up from my little restful coma I totally forgot I smoked. Its actually pretty amazing how the brain works. I also "forgot" how to walk but that's another story.
I spent about a month in Yale New Haven hospital, then was moved to a rehabilitation hospital. About a week into my stay I was out in the courtyard with my family (I made them push me all over the place in my wheelchair), and my husband lit a cigarette. All the sudden a light bulb went off in my head and I said "Hey! Don't I smoke??!?" I was all indignant, like they had been withholding food or something.
At this point it had been well over a month so the craving was gone. My habit was gone as well because I'd not been living my regular life at all. So being as I was recovering from two strokes. Had a condition that had almost killed me and nobody knew much about it (like why people get it or how to cure it) I thought it prudent that I should try to make my body as healthy as possible so I did not take up smoking again. I wish I could have carried those sediments over to my weight, it might have stopped me from devouring the many bags of Doritos I craved the entire time I was on Prednisone!
So the point I think I was trying to get to was habits can be broken or replaced. My new habit became putting Blistex on my lips. I became obsessed with it. But that too is another story.