Bad habits.

I consider myself a pretty forceful sort of personality. That's not always a good thing but there you have it. Over the years I have mellowed some, but I still have that core of steel that dictates my thoughts and behaviours. I am toughest on myself, reasoning-quite rightly- that if I SAY I'm going to do something than I ought to bloody well do it, and I take no nonsense from my alter lazy arsed ego who might pipe up in a fit of squeaky pique.
If I say I am going to stop smoking I do it. If I say I am going to quit my job and go work for myself, I do it. If I say I'm leaving the country you can be damn sure I'll be on a plane somewhere not long after trying to learn new ways to butcher a foreign tongue. If I decide to not talk to people I don't talk to them, if I say I'll run a marathon I'll run the buggering thing. if I say I'll call you between two and twenty to four then you CAN expect a phone call from me, if I say yes Ill be your bridesmaid then at some point I will be standing at the top of a church on organza with a fierce unwavering smile.
So, knowing all this about myself, why the buggeredy bollocks can't I STOP biting my nails? Once again I am reduced to two on my left hand and one on my right, all because I was reading a particularly engrossing chapter of a book last night and forgot to stop myself nibbling on my own god damned hands.
So today I'm stuck with slightly painful and ferociously ugly stumpy hands AGAIN!
There must be some way to stop nail biting-short of wearing gloves 24/7, I mean I'm 35 years old. It's disgustng. Surely someone has cracked it?
Bad stupid annoying ugly painful habits. I am against them.