I Am Six Inches Taller

I was doing a little research on the topic of autosuggestion and came across the name of Emile Coue, a French hypnotherapist, pharmacist and later psychotherapist. He's the guy who experimented on his patients by praising some medicines and saying nothing about the effectiveness of others and noticed that the praised medicines were more effective.

I decided to try a little power of suggestion on myself and dreamt that breakfast was ready and being served by a voluptuous and scantily clad woman and it wasn't until I remembered that its a tool for psychic healing and that I had slept through the alarm and missed an appointment that I fully woke up. My dementia has its roots in my need for bacon, eggs and peanut butter.
"In every day and every way, I am getting fatter and lazier." ( Repeating this phrase is not the best way to get the chicks, by the way.)

Despite this understandable misinterpretation I have decided to give this autosuggestion thingy a try and here are a few of the phrases I'm going to use on myself.

1. Turn up the volume on your alarm.
2. Buy some groceries.
3. Shower more often.

I'm starting small since I'm not entirely convinced this method will work at all. The idea is, according to Coue, your imagination (read unconscious mind) is stronger than your will power and that once you absorb the mantra it will become part of your waking routine. I'd be happy to remember socks when I go bowling, but if it will help me become a better person who am I to argue?
And now we come to the interactive part of today's ramble. I want everyone to come up with an autosuggestion for themselves. Don't be shy, none of us are perfect and who knows it might do wonders for you. Remember to stick to organic changes as, to my knowledge, it will have no effect on bowleggedness. Go!