PSY/250 Psychology of Personality
Behavioral and Social/Cognitive Approaches to Forming Habits
Introduction As I started the process of determining what my behavioral and social/cognitive approaches to forming habits meant to me, and how it relates, I looked to see where they stem from. First, how did my behavior start? When analyzing one of my habit how badly did it affect me? When did I develop this habit and what age? Had there have been any role models that I saw with is habit? If any, which peer or persons influenced me to adopt one of my habits. I took a hard look at myself to see what really cause me to pick up this …show more content…
My bad habit is my love for potato chips. I think it all began when I was six years old. I believe that I am kind of obsessed with potato chips. Some people have a love for shopping, reading, travel, and ever drugs, but mine is chips. Well it all this started and developed when I was about six years old or seven years old. My mother decided to move from California to Texas shortly after my dad passed away. My mother enrolled me into a private school. And, of course since my mom worked at Jenny Craig’s at the time, she knew how important a balance meal was for her young daughter. My mom was a dietitian so she knew the right foods groups. Since she was a single parent she would fix my lunch. I would see kids bring in their lunch and it looked so good. I couldn’t help myself in wanting some of their food. My mom always fixed me food that was health. I guess you could say that she follow the “food pyramid” which entailed fresh veggies, fruit, cheese or yogurt and a sandwich. I did not like the food that was placed in my lunch box. So when lunch time came I would always try and …show more content…
The ride was only .75c each day at the time. I would ask him if he could stop by the store so I could get me a bag of chips. Those hot Cheetos was so good, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I couldn’t stop eating those salty hot things. (This memory was part of the cognitive theory.) Each day that he picked me we would stop by the store. By the end of the week I hadn’t paid him any money because I spent it on chips. My mom got wind of this and paid the drive his money, but I was in a lot of trouble. I tried to stop eating chips but I could never shake the habit. Chips was like a drug to