The first day of the rest of my life.

If you’ve known me for any length of time, you probably know I’m a nail biter.
I try not to bite my nails in public, but when I’m home and I’m bored, relaxing or even reading I bite my nails.
I’ve bitten my nails for as long as I can remember. I remember as a child my mom putting nail polish on my fingers to make them taste disgusting.

In short it didn’t work.

I remember biting my nails and then spitting until the gross flavor was out of my mouth and then biting again and spitting.
I’ve tried to stop but it’s never lasted long. For some weird reason I actually enjoy biting my nails.
Well, because of my wonderfully disgusting habit in the past I’ve chipped both my bottom front teeth. Yesterday the filling for the left tooth came out, and about a week ago a small layer or chip of my right tooth came off.
So now I must stop biting my nails.
It’s so obviously affecting the health of my teeth and in the end will cost a lot more money if I continue.
So today is the first day of seriously never biting my nails again.
I think I need some nasty tasting nail polish to remind me not to bite and nail clippers in my pocket so I cut the nails instead of bite them.

3 Responses to “The first day of the rest of my life.”

  1. Anna Says:

    You could keep your nail clippers with your lip gloss…

  2. Jonathan Blake Says:

    Wouldn’t that be a little dangerous? 😉

  3. Anna Says:

    Considering the Cutco incidents, you’re probably right…