Day 4 & 5

So sorry not to have written last night. We got into the hotel late, and after 7 hours in the car, the last thing I wanted to do was write. The last couple of days have been very successful! If any of you are praying, it's working! I've been finding new ways of keeping my hands busy in the car: word searches, crochet, etc. I've barely picked at all today, aside from a couple spots on my shoulders, where I had broken out last week. My goal is to stop all intentional picking by the end of September, and at this rate, I think it's possible!

I urge you all to keep on praying for me in my recovery, and I will write again soon, hopefully tomorrow night. I'd love to write more now, but I have a headache and really need to get some sleep. Goodnight, everyone!

Love,

Elizabeth

Day 3

I am happy to report that today went much better than the previous two. My skin has really broken out these last couple days. Thank you very much, hormones. I popped a couple zits, but I mean in a strict sense, just a couple very small ones that had come to a head. I hope I can do just as well this next week, while I'm on vacation. If my shoulders clear up in a day or so, that'd be great! I'll be wearing a 2 piece at the beach all week.

Thank you for reading up! I'll try to be updating every night this week, though I will not be home, ,but assuming I will have internet access at the hotel, I certainly will.

As always, please keep praying for me in my recovery,

Love,

Elizabeth

Day 2

Another okay day. It was just okay, maybe a little better than yesterday. I only went after my skin once today, and they were pimples, not things made up by my imagination. That's something to be grateful for, I guess. My hair was pretty greasy today, or at least more greasy than it should have been. I usually wash my hair every other day, since it's unhealthy to wash it everyday,  but I've never had it get so nasty overnight before. I didn't use conditioner, either. Weird....

Leaving on vacation soon. We're headed to the East coast on a road trip. Even more reason to let my shoulders clear up. There's only a few spots, but I'm wearing a 2-piece this year. Can you believe that? My skin is finally clear enough that  I can wear one! Thank God!

That's all for now. Please continue to pray for me!

Love,

Elizabeth

Day One

So today would have been considered a really good day a couple weeks ago, and it would have been considered a miracle 2 years ago, but from where I am now, it was merely an okay kind of day, as far as picking is concerned. I did pick, but not as much as I have been, as of late, and it's thanks to this blog. Because when I thought of picking, I thought, Do I want t have to write about this in my blog? Of course I wouldn't want to do that. No one wants to publicly admit their wrongs, but I promised myself to be 100% honest here. The only way I wouldn't have to admit my shortcomings, was if I overcame them before I acted upon them. That means, don't pick and you won't have to tell people about it.

I found a new tactic to help reduce the impulse to pick. It may not work for everyone, but I found that wearing makeup greatly reduces my impulse to pick. I don't like the texture of makeup-covered skin under my fingertips. It feels greasy (though the makeup I use is oil-free to help prevent breakouts) and gross to the touch. It naturally repels me.

It's almost that time of month again, accompanied with the all too predictable breakout. As if I needed anymore temptation.

On a side note, anyone watching the Olympics? I think I'm living and breathing that stuff now. Well there's really nothing else to do, when you're an unemployed college student living at home for the summer, there's really nothing else to do. Hopefully I'll be able to find work when I go back up to school in a couple weeks.
Well, that's all. Until next time!

Love,

Elizabeth

About this Blog

For the past years, since I really broke out with acne as an adolescent, I've had the compulsive urges to pick at the bumps on my skin. I used to spend up to 20 minutes in the bathroom, searching for and picking at pimples. The habit has taken a bigger hit on my self-esteem than my skin, which is saying something.
I've come a long way since middle school. Now going into my sophomore year of college, I spend no more than 2 minutes in front of the mirror a day, on a bad day. On a good day, I may not even look in the mirror at all. That is something to thank God for.

I've joined a site of people with similar habits called "Stoppickingonme.org" It's an amazing site that is a huge support for people with compulsive skin-picking. So why this blog then? I need a sense of being accountable. I don't like to talk to people I come into contact with in my day-to-day life about my shameful behaviors, but I need to feel like I'm being held accountable by people other than myself.

I will post my progress here in this blog, starting tomorrow. Your comments and encouragement is deeply appreciated and welcomed. 

Until tomorrow, my readers, I shall pray. If you find it in your heart, I would appreciate your prayers as well. 

Love, 

Elizabeth