I had a job with an abusive boss. A lateral co-worker who knew I had a habit of a cigarillo after work, and/or another (or a shared pipe or hookah of high end tobacco) with a few sips of good cognac or red wine before bed on working days, used to tell our boss he needed me at the warehouse. It was an excuse to free me from the abuse for a few minutes. We'd grab a coffee from a shop that always comped me, and then sit on the roof of the warehouse and each smoke a cigarette.
This led to a several years long battle with nicotine addiction. And honestly? I like good pipe tobacco, and love a hookah, but I'm actually allergic to something in cigarettes. That's how I know addiction is a true monster. The allergy mattered not. I smoked a pack a week for years. I quit a few times, never more than 18 months or so.
Meditation and Prana breathing help me avoid tobacco products. I suspect I will always have cravings, and my brand will always smell enticing. But when I want to smoke, I sit down, do two minutes of Prana, drink 12 oz of water over the span of three minutes, and get back to whatever I was doing.
My therapist has me doing mindfulness practice. I hate it. But I have ADHD, and find it a helpful end or start to my day. I'm getting better at consistency. I found it had to be firmly attached to my schedule; I lack the discipline to just fit it in wherever.
I was born stiff and tight. I did ballet for 12 years and never advanced from beginner classes. I remained only adequately flexible. Once I stopped, I stiffened back up. I have been on and off with yoga for ten years. When I am consistent, I remain adequately flexible. Literally just flexible and strong enough to maintain good posture and touch my toes without bending my knees. If I stop for even a few weeks, I stiffen all the way back up. I'm currently on again, stiffer than I have ever been in my life. Progress is painful, boring, and slow, but I have health goals, and I need to stay the course.
In a world of constant stimulation, my practices of yoga, mindfullness meditation, and prana are teaching my neuro-atypical brain to slow the fuck down, and tolerate boredom. It's not fun to me. I hate it. But. It's helping. In the past, achieving a certain level of improvement made it become nore fun. Self-indulgence, in my experience, makes depression, anxiety, my crazy brain, and poor health tolerable. It's a mask. Yoga, meditation and Prana repair body and soul. Your mileage may vary.