Flossing

In anticipation of my annual (which hasn't been so annual) dental appointment coming up on Monday, I've started flossing again. I try to floss for two solid weeks prior to my appointment to avoid the "Importance of Flossing" lecture that I have received many times in my life. Unfortunately this year I scheduled my appointment only a week in advance and forgot until last night that I needed to start flossing.

As I stared down into my sink full of splattered blood and spit last night after only flossing one side of the top of my mouth, I realized I have very little chance of escaping this dental exam without being re-educated on the importance of flossing and probably scolded for my lack of care for myself. After coming to this conclusion, I remembered why it is that I hate flossing so much. Yes, I know that it is even more important than brushing, and if you had to choose only one of the two, you should floss and not brush because it is better for your over-all oral health. I've heard it a hundred times, and when I do decide I'm going to floss, I am really good at it, for about 2 weeks, and then the motivation wears off. So I hate flossing, and here is my reasoning:

I don't know how many of you have perfect mornings, but I don't. I never do, and never have had a perfect morning. Mornings were not made for flossing. So I try to do it at night. I start out strong and then about two weeks into it I'm too tired one night to floss, but it's okay because I flossed last night, or two nights ago, or on Monday... see the trend? Habit destroyed. Then when I realize I've let a month or so lapes, I start flossing again like a model citizen, only to finish the night in need of a blood transfusion. It's a vicious cycle, and I hate viciousness, therefore, I hate flossing.

On one final happier note, tonight was day two of flossing and the loss of blood was much more tolerable. I only bled in 3 places. Maybe I can pull this off after all. But I still hate flossing.