I give you an excerpt from the poem Habit by Jane Hirshfield. I struggle with the replacing habits with healthier choices issue as well. It's part of the spiral upward of reinventing ourselves:
Open the traveling suitcase--
There the beloved red sweater, bright tangle of necklace, earrings of amber, Each confirming: I chose these, I.
But habit is different: it chooses. And we, its good horse, opening our mouths at even the sight of the bit.
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"The Master allows things to happen. She shapes events as they come."