Kicking the habit

I have a bad habit. Okay, I have a lot of bad habits, but one that's especially bad and, well, gross.

I pick at my cuticles. (Pick? Scratch? Whatever.) I abuse my poor cuticles until they're raw and bloody. It's terrible.

I didn't think it was a nervous habit necessarily, but as I become more aware of when and where I'm doing it, I'm starting to think that nerves might have more to do with it than I thought.

These last two weeks have seen me though a lot of nerves and stress and frustration and I've found myself nearly incapable of stopping from tearing at my poor fingers.

It's embarrassing and definitely not hot. I won't even let myself get a manicure!

I told Hubs that when he quit smoking, I'd quit this, but... I think the time has come.

Well, it's been two days and let me just say, the urge to start picking at my cuticles is unbelievable! I want to give in so bad! Breaking a habit shouldn't be this hard when picking it up was so easy.

If I don't write for a while, you'll know it's because I'm busy sitting on my hands.