I’m not gonna lie to you. I hate flossing.
So, why would I force myself to floss for 40 straight days? Because I hate it.
And, unfortunately, every dentist I’ve had for the last 10 years, does not hate it. I’ve never been one to get cavities. I just don’t didn’t (ok, this one trip was really bad). Although, I do have issues with my gums. Pretty much every time I’ve gone to the dentist they tell me that I’m “showing signs of gingivitis”. Then I would feel bad, and start flossing much in the same way that I would suddenly start having quiet times the week after summer youth camp….and much like youth camp, I quit flossing within a couple of weeks. But hey, I was only “showing signs”…that’s good, right?
Well, the last time I went, they straight up told me I have gingivitis. Ugh. That just sounds bad. So, I of course asked what they could do, or what I could do. And their answer? Floss. And furthermore, floss. And in case I didn’t hear the first time. Floss. I was re-motivated. This time I managed to keep it up for 2 and a half weeks before deciding that 2 extra minutes of sleep would serve me better than sticking a piece of string in my mouth 26 times in a row.
So thus, in an effort to save myself from dentures at some point in my life, I’m flossing. And I still hate it. I haven’t yet reached the point of seeing the benefits to the point that I want to floss. But, alas, that is why we do most of the things we do. Because we must.


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