Flossing, Exercise and Chocolate Cake

When I go to my dentist she tells me that I need to floss. I hate flossing. I don’t floss. But when I have an upcoming appointment I do, vigorously. Now she knows I haven’t been flossing. She’s not a mind reader but there are tell-tale signs. The harsh string marks left on┬ámy gums, still… Continue reading Flossing, Exercise and Chocolate Cake