30 Day Challenge Again

30 Day Challenge Again - Day Four

a habit that you wish you didn’t have

the 2010 Day Four post can be found here

where to start?! I have quite a few bad habits that I wish I didn't have and I can think of a few that other people wish I didn't have as well!

My worst two habits are biting my nails and eating when I'm bored. I had stopped biting my nails for a while but I always go back to it when I'm feeling particularly anxious. Apparently the new drugs for my ADHD will help me get the eating thing under control though so that'll be one less bad habit.

My mum would probably consider my swearing a bad habit (despite the fact that I love it) and she probably would also like me to be slightly less argumentative.

The HSP would have a pretty long list of bad habits/annoying things I do including forgetting the washing is in the washing machine (sometimes several times), singing loudly and out of tune, not paying attention to what we're watching and then asking lots of questions about it, forgetting to tell him that we've been invited somewhere and that I've said we will go, and my new favourite, using the phrase "it's because of my ADHD" at least 5 times a day! *wink* (and that's just the ones I can think of off the top of my head!)

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