Maybe there are some things we'll never learn. Or, at least, never learn well enough to silence the (very vocal, very loquacious) inner critic. Self-reprimands--especially after the fact--are nowhere near as effective (or enjoyable) as self-pep-talks. Funny that, how we never seem to remember to celebrate, to congratulate ourselves *before* we get up, *before* we get on with our day.
No, so often the criticism, the rehashing the past day's mistakes, becomes the morning--and evening--litany. No wonder we're so miserable. No wonder we're so touchy. No wonder we sleep so poorly.
I don't know how to talk any of us out of the habit, but I have learned that it changes very little about the less savory aspects of our character. So I guess the only thing to do is to begin with forgiveness. Perhaps, if we stopped fearing our own recriminations, we would become a bit freer, a bit more generous and spontaneously kind--both with ourselves and with each other.