Day 53: Testing my process for giving up a bad habit

Part of the reason for giving up alcohol was to determine whether or not I had created a habit change process that was robust enough to hold up in the face of a habit I thought I couldn’t break. It was. But. Many other things changed in my life at the same time. The process…

Day 52: Getting off the Nail

The Howling Dog Story There was a young man walking down the street and happened to see a old man sitting on his porch. Next to the old man was his dog, who was whining and whimpering. The young man asked the old man “What’s wrong with your dog” The old man said “He’s laying…

Day 51: If happiness was a game

This week, I recorded a podcast about chemicals in the brain and how they impact our experience of happiness. There are 4 chemicals (strictly speaking, some are neurotransmitters and others are hormones but rather than spend ages on that side of the explanation, I figure it’s easier to stick with ‘chemicals’) – dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin…

Day 50: Ten lessons from the halfway mark

Fifty days behind me. Fifty days ahead of me. It seems the perfect day to stop and reflect on the things I’ve learned so far. Each of my past failures contributed something to this success. I learned a little each time and if I had spent more time working out what the lessons were, rather…

Day 49: Fight, Freeze or Flow Forward

This morning, whilst listening to “The Psychology of Performance” by Dr Eddie O’Connell, another piece of the habit change puzzle fell into place for me. If you’ve ever struggled with negative thinking, anxiety or limiting beliefs, this might resonate with you too. Start by imagining your goal as a thing, maybe a trophy a huge…

Day 48: Pausing for thought

Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony. Mahatma Gandhi Some days I experience harmony. Some days I don’t. What the last 48 days has taught me, though, is that I never experience harmony when I ‘medicate’ with something. Alcohol was a tool, a crutch, a habit,…

Day 47: All things get better

It’s Max’s 4th birthday today. When we first met him, he was 17 months old. He adored my husband James instantly but he barely tolerated me. I remember trying to bond with him, surrounded by social workers and foster carers, and feeling like world’s most useless human. I didn’t know how to change a nappy,…