Rich Beyond Words

Okay not all habits are bad habits. So so there is no use in breaking a habit that is good now is there?

Unlike good habits which strengthen us, bad habits break us even if we think they are doing us good.

Take cigarettes for example. I know a lot of people that smoke and they are convinced that smoking calms them, supresses their appetite and a whole lot of other insane excuses.

Now I used to smoke too and drink loads of coffee and eat chocolate. And not just a little.

I really wanted to learn all about breaking a habit but some how couldn’t do it.

I discovered that a habit is just a thing I believed I needed. Sure there are addictions, nicotine, java and chocolate are addictive. But strangely enough when I stopped believing I needed them I stopped craving them.

How did I do this?

I’ll be honest the cigarette thing I stopped just like that. I found the button in my brain and clicked it.

It all happened one night whilst i was working and ran out of cigarettes. And it was cold too. Feeling irritated with myself for having this habit, whilst searching for my car keys, putting on a coat and thinking about which store would still be open it just dawned on me that nobody was making me do this. I was doing this to myself. So I stopped. Right there and then. Never smoked a cigarette again. That was over 10 years ago.

With the coffee and chocolate thing that was another story. Because even though I’m over the coffee I’m still a sucker for chocolate. I have it under control but I’m not chocolate free. But I’ve switched over to raw chocolate – no diary. The diary thing about the chocolate was bugging me because I’m not into diary products. And chocolate is in my opinion a diary product.

But I’m waffling. The truth is I’m the kind of person that isn’t afraid to ask for help. I either go looking for a product or I ask and say, “Help me please”.

A while back I found Mike Brescia’s Think Right Now website. I browsed his site – I was my usual cynical self when I read all about how the things you tell yourself influence your behaviour. And gasp I wasn’t even aware of the stuff I tell myself but what the heck. I bought a couple of his CD’ds and well seriously, I did think it was cheesy listening to affirmation CD’s. But I did it anyway and began to see some hard core habits dissolve and new positive ones emerge. And truth is whilst I was browsing his website i did think that some of the CD’s were silly. And what if some one sees this stuff or knows what I’m listening to on my mp3 player?

I figured I’d rather listen to cheesy CD’s and be happy with myself than continue with habits which were bugging the daylights out of me but somehow I had no power to stop.

So I think I can self assuredly say breaking a habit is easy. Just get yourself help. You know what they say, God only helps those that help themselves.

Thanks for reading.

There was once a man and woman who had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept no secrets from each other, except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about. For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover. In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife’s bedside. She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted doilies and a stack of money totaling $25,000. He asked her about the contents…

“When we were to be married,” she said, “my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue.

She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doily.”

The little old man was so moved, he had to fight back tears.

Only two precious doilies were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness.

“Honey,” he said, “that explains the doilies, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?”

“Oh,” she said, “that’s the money I made from selling the doilies.”