Personal Narrative: A Bad Habit

I’ve got a god awful habit that I just can’t seem to shake. In my family, nail biting could be considered hereditary. Everyone in my family bites their nails, even my 4 year old cousin Elias has been plagued with this monster, and for reasons that were unknown until this assignment came up. As a child, my mother was always so hypocritical of me biting my nails, always claiming that I was going to have a huge ball of nails in my stomach. Being a easily fascinated child, her words had the opposite effect and only drove me to bite my nails even more because I mean a huge ball of nails in my stomach sounded pretty awesome. When I read through the instructions of this assignment, it was a no-brainer on what behavior of mine needed modification. I have tried for the past three years to kick this habit of mine and for about six months I had succeeded by an easy solution of just painting my nails, then I got a job at Domino’s, where nail polish was prohibited and let me tell you having long nails in a pizza place is quite disgusting so a quick snip using my teeth and all my hard work was destroyed. Ever since my pizzeria …show more content…
I set my goal at three check marks a day. If I was unable to receive those three checks I used a negative punishment, which meant I could not have a piece of pumpkin or apple pie. Due to this experiment taking place over Thanksgiving break, I figured that was a great choice in punishment. If I was able to get three check marks in the day, I would reward myself with a piece of pie. I say this was a genius idea because it sure did help me stop biting my nails. The first day was the only day I was unable to achieve my goal and let me tell you how devastating it was to watch my mom and brother enjoy a piece of pie. I’m very proud that I was able to accomplish such a goal because it is really hard to kick this