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.

These little guys are my new best friends.