It’s been almost a week since the braces went on, and I’m happy to say that I’ve graduated from eating soups, yogurt and applesauce to sushi, roast chicken and fries! I can’t even begin to tell you how proud I was of myself when I went to a Japanese restaurant with one of my best friends over the weekend and was able to put down an entire bento box: California roll, a spicy salmon roll, tempura and some kind of omelette that I could not identify but was delicious nonetheless.
Victory was mine again when I was traveling home to Boston yesterday on Porter Airlines (a boutique airline that is AWESOME and will be fodder for a future post) and the flight attendant gave me a dinner box containing a chicken sandwich and some potato salad. I was about to give it back to her, thinking I wouldn’t be able to eat it, but, steeled by my newfound confidence, I decided to give it ago. It took me a while, but eventually, I ate nearly everything in that box. My inner Pac-Man is on the loose–good for my self-esteem, bad for my waistline.
Of course, all good things must come to an end, at least temporarily. I’m about to go in to my orthodontist’s office to get a couple of teeth pulled (ouch!) as part of my treatment. Apparently, I have too many teeth in my upper jaw and they gots to go. Which makes me sad, since we’ve had a lot of great times together and have shared lots of incredibly delicious meals. I mean, what a waste, getting rid of two perfectly good teeth! Maybe I could dip them in gold and wear them as earrings. Would that be weird? At least I’d be repurposing them!
So, as the story goes, it’s one step forward, two steps back. But eventually, I’ll take three steps forward–toward a healthier set of teeth and a prettier smile. Wish me luck!
(By the way, I’m not totally paralyzed by fear going into my orthodontist’s office, but man, it is a BAD idea to Google-image “The Marathon Man” just hours before a tooth extraction. I wouldn’t recommend it.)