I always heard it takes 3 weeks to break a habit. Today marks my 22nd day without eating ice. I wasn't an ordinary ice eater. No, this one got a little weird. My husband said my habit was getting very methodical. It was. Always making two cups at a time. That way, the second cup was always perfect when I got to it. Nice and soft. Always eating them with a spoon. I only ate white ice, not clear. The clear is way to hard. I knew which friends had the "good" ice. Always taking my "to go" cup from their house. I was up to 8-10 cups of ice a day. I ate ice while on the tread mill. I can't believe I didn't choke. My favorite place to eat ice was the shower. This totally grossed my husband out and probably you too. I found that the humidity from the shower softened my ice quicker and I didn't get cold.
Anyhow, for months now, I was waking up with a sore jaw. I started wondering, how long could this go on? Could I really keep this up for much longer? What was I doing to my poor teeth?
While in Florida during my computer free time, I popped on to read my sisters post. I then clicked onto her comments, saw a catchy blog name, and clicked onto that. Read this, and it was that moment, then and there, I decided that I too had to take care of myself. Believe me, it hasn't been easy. ( It was all I could do to not eat that glass of ice while photographing it. It was the perfect softness.) I do know, that my teeth, and the people around me are much happier.
Blogging really is amazing. If you think about it, you are always just a click away from being motivated or inspired. Thanks Hillary and everyone else for being just a click away.
**I had heard that since I was craving ice, I could be anemic. I had blood work done last week, and all levels were fine.