2019 – The Year of Realizing Stuff

As the wise philosopher Kylie Jenner once said, “I feel like this year is really about, like, the year of just realizing stuff. And everyone around me, we’re all just realizing things.”

Honestly Kylie, YES GIRL.

Idk what it is, but the last few months, I have suddenly realized a lot of things. It feels like one day I woke up and decided I was far more independent than I had ever been before. I once was someone who depended on other people far too often for an array of things. I was constantly suffering from imposter syndrome, where you constantly live in a state of fear that people are suddenly going to figure out that all the things they think you’re good at or have going for you are all a facade. I desperately needed attention from guys so that I felt “good enough” and “wanted”. I constantly needed my parents to remind me that I was doing well with my career, and with life in general. I hoped that picking the right filter, or facetuning my photos ever so slightly would somehow make people think I was a better version of myself. I worried that if I posted about something like working out, people would secretly laugh at me because I’m not skinny and so they’d obviously think I’m wasting my time.

And then I kinda just said fuck it.

I don’t want to mislead anyone though. I still like getting attention from boys. I do look to my parents to see if they’re proud of me. I do second guess what I’m posting sometimes. But I’m also SO much less concerned with what everyone else thinks. And I truly feel like it happened overnight. If anything, I’m scared that one day I’ll wake up, and I’ll suddenly feel like that scared girl who’s just waiting to be exposed again. But for now, I’m thoroughly enjoying who this new girl is.

At the beginning of the year, I made some goals for myself, and I’ve shockingly pretty much stuck to all of them. I signed up for an expensive ass gym that I LOVE. Every month, I challenge myself to workout at least 25 times out of the month. Hell, if I’m paying $130 a month for a gym, it better be worth it, right?! Even when I was in California for work a couple weeks ago, I didn’t let excuses of work and travel get in my way. The first day we got there, I went on a 5 mile run by the beach in Santa Monic + Venice. Hey, who wouldn’t take advantage of being able to do this in February? The next day, I took advantage of the time difference and got my butt to a 7am Pure Barre class. And the day after that, I did 60 minutes on the treadmill (it was pouring out). I’ve found that by making working out a priority for myself, I have felt so much more in control of my life. I feel stronger, more mentally sound, and I’m proud of myself for sticking to it, despite my schedule not always aligning the best. On top of my gym and the classes they offer for free (that I 100% take advantage of), I’m also lucky enough that my job offers $45 in ClassPass credits a month, so I try out some really fun classes all over the city! My favorites have been a trampoline cardio class, a ballet class that strictly uses Cardi B music, and a kickboxing class that was truly life changing for me lol.

Like I said, working out consistently has really helped me feel so much more in control of my life, and I really attribute a lot of my newfound independence to it. I recently went through a breakup, and I actually think that this new outlook on the kind of person I am was part of the reason why I decided that this relationship wasn’t for me. The person I was dating is a really nice guy, and a good boyfriend, but he just wasn’t my lobster. I was incredibly stressed about what to do, but I ultimately knew that I wasn’t as happy as I could be, and it wasn’t fair to him – he deserves to be with someone who’s SO happy to be with him! So while it was painful to hurt him by ending the relationship, it’s what was best for both of us. And I felt strong enough to do it, because I’m no longer afraid to be alone. I’m gaining confidence in who I am and I’m slowly becoming more proud of myself. I’m realizing stuff more than ever before.

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Sticking to Resolutions: Part 1

If you’re anything like me, then you typically set a resolution (or 2 or 3 or 4) for the new year, and then you leave it in the dust after a week and a half. I can’t begin to tell count how many times I’ve said that I was going to save more money, work out more, eat healthier, volunteer more, etc…. and then forgotten allll about it seemingly just after it started.

But 2019 feels different. Over the last year, I’ve become a highly motivated person. Not that I was so insanely lazy before, but I can see noticeable changes in myself. When I say I’m going to do something, I do it. I work really hard at my job, I make commitments and I stick to them. When I first signed up for the marathon, it was a rush of excitement and then a ton of “oh crap” moments shortly thereafter. But on November 4th, I woke up, made my way to the starting line in Staten Island, and moved across all 5 boroughs until I crossed the finish line in Central Park. I wasn’t going to quit just because it was hard.

Resolution # 1: So now here we are, the very end of January 2019, and I’m proud to say that I have stuck to major goals of mine. I signed up for a new gym on January 1st. I used to go to New York Sports Club, and it was such a waste. The nearest location was juuuust far enough from my office that when it was too hot or too cold, I convinced myself that I didn’t really have to go. And the location by my apartment. Forget about it – it’s tiny, still out of the way for any weather that’s not ~perfect~, and had the worst reviews on Yelp ever. So I decided that I was going to splurge on a new gym, and then pray that I actually went enough to make it worth the cost. If you’re wondering, it’s $130 per month. Way more expensive than what I’d normally want to pay, but given that I can see the gym from my apartment balcony, the gym itself is beautiful, has really convenient hours and offers 80+ classes a week for free, I had a hard time justifying NOT doing it. So I made Resolution #1: Go to the gym 25 out of 31 days in January. Here we are, kids. The end of January, and I’ve actually gone 26 out of the 31 days. So let’s do a little math here: $130 for the month / 26 days attended = $5 per day. So yes, while my gym overall costs more than I’d like, I’m essentially only paying $5 per day that I workout. And on Saturdays and Sundays, I often take two classes (Hardbodies and Zumba, heeeyyy!), so it’s an even better deal!

Resolution #2: Following in line with my FiTnEsS jOuRnEy, I made a weight loss goal, but made it different than how I normally do. Though I had a goal of losing 8lbs, I’m actually less focussed on the number than I am on how I actually look. Usually when I’m trying to lose weight / get in better shape, I go strictly by the scale. This time, I measured myself + took pictures. I haven’t done a follow up on those yet to compare with new measurements and pictures tbh (that’s coming up on Friday), but I can tell that my clothes fit better, my skin is more clear and I’m less bloated. Yes, the number of the scale has gone down, but I’m more impressed by what I can actually see. Speaking of scales, I am OBSESSED with my new one. I bought it for $30 on Amazon, and it does so much more than tell you about your weight. It connects to your phone via bluetooth and when you step on the scale, it measures things such as:

  • Your body fat
  • Your fat-free body weight
  • Your subcutaneous fat (the ration of subcutaneous fat stored in your skin to your body weight)
  • Visceral fat (type of body fat that is found around your organs)
  • Body water % (water weight – VERY important to me since I’m trying to be more mindful of upping my water intake)
  • Skeletal muscle + muscle mass
  • Bone mass
  • Protein
  • BMR (how many calories you burn when you’re in an inactive state)
  • Metabolic age (the age your body thinks you are). This one was super interesting to me because the ideal physical body age is 2/3 of your actual age, yet mine is a few years older than my current age. I’m 26, so my goal is to get that down to about 18.

I love having all of this info at my fingertips, because it shows that just the number on the scale showing your weight is just the tip of the iceberg and does NOT reflect a ton of other info about you! And I can track my progress from each weigh-in, so I get to see how my body is changing over time. It’s been such a motivating game-changer for me – almost like a little game. Linking it here in case anyone is interested 🙂 

Resolution #3: In yet another health related goal, I’m eating better as well. I had originally planned on doing Whole30, but then decided against it. If you recall, I actually did Whole30 last year when I came back from Mexico. I’ll be the first one to tell you that hey, it works! I lost weight, I slimmed down, there was a definite change. But I constantly felt like I couldn’t wait for it to be over so I could go back to having normal foods. And then when it WAS over, I binged on soo much pasta and ice cream it was wild. Which is why I decided to approach it differently this year. While I’m not restrictive about anything really, I’m making choices more carefully. I’m still eating carbs, but far less of them. I’m avoiding breads and fried foods and snacks like doritos and pretzels. Instead, I reach for similar snacks like veggie chips or these insanely good peasnap snacks that have the crunchiness of chips and have a ton of different flavors, but they’re way less calories and carbs. I’m also avoiding MOST dairy. Like, I’m not adding cheese to anything, and I’m not having regular ice cream (btw if you know me, you know that dairy is my weakness despite me being lactose intolerant). HOWEVER. Halo Top, which is a brand that claims to make “healthier” ice cream, has changed the game. When they first launched a few years ago, they were regarded as “frozen treats” instead of ice cream because they were dairy free and good source of protein, and omg they were only like 300 calories for a whole pint! I would kinda force myself to eat it and pretend it was ice cream because it sorta resembled it, but let’s be honest – it wasn’t nearly as good. WELL. I’m here to tell you that Halo Top heard me loud and clear, and they did something about it. In addition to their non-dairy frozen treats, they’ve added a line of “light ice cream”, made with the same flavors as the fan favorites from their non-dairy line, except this line is made with skim milk. Holy Crap. For 280 calories a pint, I get the most delicious tasting birthday cake flavor ice cream, and I cannot tell the difference between that and regular ice cream, except that it just does take “lighter” if that makes any sense? Like it tastes the same, but just not as heavy and rich as regular ice cream, which I actually prefer. My life has been forever changed.

So that said, here’s what I eat on a typical weekday:

Morning: 

Option 1: a small smoothie from the bodega next to my office called the Lexington Ave smoothie. Made with apple, mango, orange, spinach, almond milk, banana and strawberry

Option 2: 2 breakfast sausages and a scoop of breakfast potatoes. Sometimes ya girl just needs some proteins and healthy carbs to kick off her day

Lunch:

I’m not really a lunch kinda gal, I’m more of a snacker. So throughout the day, I have some apples with peanut butter and probably some veggie chip snacks.

Dinner:

Option 1: eggs & bacon. I like to make it easy on myself, as I have never claimed to be a chef. I’ll make a 4 egg omelette and throw 2 or 3 slices of bacon on there, then pat off excess grease.

Option 2: baked salmon. I grab this at the grocery store across the street from my apartment (already cooked), drizzle on some olive oil and some seasoning salt and I’m good to go. Healthy & filling!

Option 3: When it doubt, get meatballs. I workout a lot, so I’m very into making sure I actually eat some sort of protein every day. Meatballs in marinara sauce is such an easy go-to because it’s yummy, tons of protein, and filling.

Resolution #4: My bullet journal! I really like putting my thoughts on paper (one of the major reasons I started this blog), but I tend to not keep up with it as often as I’d like. I came across a really cool post on Facebook about bullet journaling and decided to try it out. Basically you make an individual page in a notebook for each thing you want to track. For me, I have mental health, money, working out, eating and work. On each page you make a little calendar for the month, and number out 1 – 31 (or however many days are in that month). Each night, you color in the little square on the calendar for that day based on how each metric performed. For instance, when I go to the gym, I color in that day green (green = good job) and then write in the corresponding line underneath the calendar what I did at the gym. It takes me about 3 minutes each day, but is SO cool to be able to look back at each day and see a little recap of what happened, and then at the month overall. I’ve stayed consistent with it, and will definitely bring it into February with me!

4 Tips To Relieve Stress

Guys, life is stressful. Paying bills is stressful. Being an adult is stressful.

I’m sure I’m not saying anything you didn’t already know, and you’re probably rolling your eyes already – I don’t blame you. But I do want to share with you some ways that I try to deal with stress so that I’m not an uber-grinch to everyone all the time. I partnered with Red & White Spa Midtown in NYC to encourage you to take some time for yourself and de-compress. You know how on airplanes, they say that you have to put your own oxygen mask on before you can help others? That’s because you’re of no use to anyone if you run out of oxygen and collapse on the spot. DUH.

After 26 years on this planet, I know a thing or two about unwanted stress. While I definitely have a slew of privileges that plenty of others don’t, that doesn’t make me immune to feeling like I might crack sometimes. Between balancing friendships, improving romantic relationships, furthering my career and working on ever-present family drama + dynamics, sometimes it feels like I forget to breathe. Have you ever felt like that? I bet you have. And guess what? It’s ok. It’s normal. But it’s also really, really important to know when you need to take a second and take care of yourself. Here are some of my favorite ways.

  • Yoga. Now here me out, because this is important. I’m not talking about the yoga that’s like, a real workout and leaving you sweating (although I’m sure that’s nice too). Tbh, I really don’t enjoy that kind of yoga at all. This is different – it’s more of a mix of stretching and breathing exercises. Things have been BANANAS at work recently, and last week my boss treated us by bringing someone into the office to walk us through a half hour of stretching, breathing, and just connecting with our bodies and being at peace. It was freaking life changing. By the end of 30 minutes, I felt exponentially calmer, less tense, and ready to conquer the rest of my week. There are tons of different ways to do something like this. Classes, of course, but you can also YouTube different videos, download podcasts, or download apps that walk you through brief meditations.

 

  • Getting a massage. As I mentioned, work has been insane for me the last month or so. I’m talking working until 11pm on a Friday kind of insane. When Red & White Spa Midtown reached out to me to ask if I wanted to come in and try some of their services, I nearly cried from excitement. The tension that had been building up in my shoulders was something fierce. I could literally see little bulges of muscles gathered on my shoulders/neck, and it wasn’t cute. I made an appointment for after work, took the subway up to their 56th street location, and laid down for what turned out to be the most relaxing hour I’ve had all year. The spa is really nice, and aside from massages, they offer a ton of different services. I got the 1 hour Swedish massage, which started off with a brief moment of aromatherapy (which btw, excellently timed bc my sinuses were all backed up from the weather and this cleared them right up!), and then for the next 55 minutes, I was blissfully catatonic. My massage therapist got out every last knot in my back and shoulders, and created an atmosphere in which I was truly able to block out any concerns I’d been having about work and just focus on absolutely nothing. My mind was clear, something that hadn’t happened in a long time. As a thank you, they’re also offering 40% off any of their services to all of my readers. All you have to do is mention me when you stop by 🙂

 

  • Bubble bath: Why make it complicated? Sometimes a simple bubble bath is the cure for a stressful day. Make it nice for yourself. Add in a delicious bath bomb, light a few of your favorite candles (note: do NOT place them by your head if you want to avoid potentially lighting your hair on fire), pour a nice cup of hot tea (or wine!), and throw on some soothing music. Not only will the hot water loosen up your muscles, but you’re now placing yourself in a calming environment, which is crucial. I try and do this at least once a week, as a way to maintain some level of sanity. Wanna get really crazy? Throw on a sheet mask while you’re at it.

 

  • Exercise. As Elle Woods would say, “exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don’t kill their husbands.” If you’ve followed me for a while, you’ll know there’s two things I LOVE to do. One of them is dancing, and the other is running. I’ve danced pretty much my whole life, and it feels like therapy to me. Going to my Wednesday night hip hop classes is something I truly look forward to every week. Not only is it fun, but I feel accomplished knowing that I’m challenging myself to learn  new choreo in under an hour, and I feel a sense of accomplishment when I hit it at the end. When it comes to running, I may have exaggerated by saying I love it – I don’t LOVE it. I love how it calms me down. When I run, it forces me to regulate my breathing so that I’m not panting 2 minutes in. I’m someone who gets anxiety and when I feel that pressure in my chest that makes it hard to breathe, I throw on my sneakers and hit the pavement. It gives me no other option than to correct my breathing patterns, and in turn, releases endorphins and a sense of calmness. I haven’t always been a runner, and you don’t need to be a “runner” for this to work for you. I HIGHLY recommend trying it out though.

 

Any other tips? Send them my way! xo, AJ

How I Got My Groove Back

If you know me, then you know that dance has been something I’ve enjoyed my entire life. From the day my mom forced me into a tiny leotard and ballet slippers at age 3, all the way through dance classes for the next 10 years (and don’t forget cheerleading from ages 8-17), dance has been something that is such a release for me. Aside from Lacrosse and tennis, I’ve never been someone who’s interested in traditional athletics – think soccer, softball, basketball… all of those are awful to me, considering I struggle to make any sort of bat to ball contact during even a wiffleball game. This probably drives my father crazy since he’s a gym teacher & coach, but hey – that’s what siblings are for, right? To make up for what you lack?

My strengths have always been in dance and cheerleading, and they’re things I’ve found comfort in for as long as I can remember. Once I started college and my cheerleading career was over, the only real dance outlet I had were the Zumba classes I took every once in a while. And then when I was post-grad, I started taking Zumba classes on a much for frequent basis because in addition to being great exercise, it gave me this release of being able to move in a way that I had craved so much since high school.

Which brings me to the Rickey Sisters. Not to sound like a massive weirdo, but this class has improved my quality of life so much. Yes, Zumba is fun and it’s a great workout, but it’s so different than a choreographed dance class where you’re learning an actual routine and you get to add your own flare of attitude and sass to it. I’m not gonna lie, the first class was a lil rough for me – I watched a playback of it and was disappointed to see that the talents I once had didn’t seem to be there anymore. I wasn’t sharp, I wasn’t fluid, I wasn’t going into the moves hard enough.. but I felt SO GOOD. So I went back again. And again. And again. And again.

 

Post-class mirror selfie (plz ignore the dripping sweat)

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I go to their class at Studio B every Wednesday night at 7:30 – I even went a few days after my wisdom teeth came out, because I had zero desire to miss whatever routine we were learning that week. Alyssa and Sammy are the BEST instructors ever – they’re kind, funny, and they genuinely appreciate that you want to come to their class. They’ll also just really great at teaching – I never feel like they’re moving on from a step too quickly, and they’re great at repeating counts over and over until every single person in the class feels comfortable moving on. And the best part is that every week, I feel and see myself getting better – getting closer to where I used to be. And it’s not only physical changes. My mood has been so much better since starting these classes – I have something to look forward to every single week, and I feel such a sense of accomplishment and pride when I’m able to learn the routine and execute it the entire thing by the end of the class. At $34 a class, it’s the cheapest therapy around.

Interested in taking a class? You can find their Instagram here (filled with insanely cool dance videos) and sign up for their class here. Questions? DM me ANY you have! I get DMs from you guys after every single video I post asking how you can sign up – I’d LOVE to see you there!


 

Unfortunately I don’t have a clear video of me from the first class, but posting all of the other routines I’ve learned below so you can get a feel for what the class is like – the videos are in order from earlier classes to the latest one (the last one is my favorite!):

 

 

 

Here’s What To Expect When You Get Your Wisdom Teeth Out

If you know me like, at all, then you know that I have been afraid of getting my wisdom teeth taken out for nearly a decade. That’s 100% not an exaggeration. I’ve legit been living in fear of this since my dentist first recommended I get them out when I was still in high school. I thought she was full of it, so I ignored her. Then in my first year out of college, my new dentist (also a family friend) told me I needed to get them out. This time I actually made an appointment for a consultation and showed up, only to have the receptionist be so insanely rude to me that I actually called my mom in tears from the waiting room. She reminded me that there were plenty of other oral surgeons who would be more than happy to take my money AND be nice, so I left and never looked back.

Flash forward to a few months ago at my new dentist in NYC. I was getting a crown done and my dentist cracked my wisdom tooth. Instead of fixing it, she told me that I might as well get them out anyway. I’m prone to cavities. All 4 of them were at least partially grown in and had cavities and even if she were to fill them, they’re so far back in my mouth that I would likely continue to get cavities in them for the rest of my life. So I decided to take the plunge and make the appointment for yet another consultation.

I can’t even begin to explain to you how badly I wanted to avoid this. When I was at my consultation, I literally cried because I was so scared. All I’ve heard are horror stories from people who say that if you don’t get them out in high school, you’ll be in lots of pain. Women are more likely to get dry sockets – that was a nice fun fact someone shared with me. Oh, and apparently if you have to get your bottom two out, that puts you at a higher likelihood of dry socket too.Since I’m a girl and I was getting all 4 out, you can imagine how lovely this was to hear…

 

Morning of the surgery:

I was given instructions not to eat or drink anything after 12am that morning. This is really important, because anything you have in your stomach can throw off the anesthesia calculations and be really dangerous and possibly deadly. Don’t mess around with that. I wore my comfiest sweats and had my mom drive me to the office. I tried to be chill, but I was very unchill. 

 

Before the surgery:

Once I was called in from the waiting room, the world’s nicest nurse took me into the room I’d be getting the surgery in. I was honestly kind of surprised to see that nothing looked scary at all. It was a regular dentist chair that I was put in (for some reason I pictured an operating table – how ridiculous am I?!). She hooked me up to a blood pressure machine and if I’m being real here, that was legitimately the most painful part of the process. That MF squeezed my arm so tight that I for sure thought it would just pop. When I kept saying how nervous I was – and almost cried again – the nurse was so sweet and talked me off the ledge, so to speak. She had me rinse my mouth out with anti-septic and then the surgeon came in to get started. Not only was Dr. Solomon a really nice guy, but he’s distractingly attractive. Like, every time I looked at him I felt blinded by this man’s good looks. It was ridiculous. Unfortunately for me, I apologized for being dramatic and he goes, “don’t worry about it – I’m married to a woman, I’m familiar with dramatics.” Thanks for letting me down nice and subtly there, dude.

The nurse tied something around my upper arm to get the blood pumping and then inserted the IV – TBH I’ve never had an IV and I’m scared of needles so I’m pretty impressed with myself for not being more freaked out. It wasn’t comfortable, but it didn’t hurt. The last thing I remember is the surgeon saying they were going to give me my medicine through my IV. And then I was asleep.

 

The actual surgery:

I can’t tell you a thing about this because I was out like a freaking light. From what I was told afterwards, the surgeon went in and numbed up my gums with Novocain anyway, just in case I were to wake up from the anesthesia. Luckily for all of us, I didn’t wake up until the very end when I heard the surgeon say, “ok awesome, we’re all done.” And just like that, I was awake.

 

The recovery room:

I was brought into a room to rest up a little bit before I was ready to be released. I definitely felt tired, but I didn’t feel loopy or drugged up at all. I was expecting a David After Dentist moment – I’d even asked my mom to record me if I did anything funny so I could share it in this post. Sadly for all of us, I have nothing to share. Because I was the most boring patient ever. When my mom had her wisdom teeth out, she literally tried to jump out of the car while we were on the highway and also called my dad at work to tell him I was kidnapping her. The most exciting thing that happened with me was that I thought it was cool af that they let me keep my teeth. And all I said was, “wow” because I’m boring af.

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Day-of recovery:

The biggest piece of advice I can give anyone who’s getting this done is to take your medicine in a timely fashion. DO NOT CHASE THE PAIN. I was given a 600mg Tylenol while I was still at the dentist’s office (I had to ask them, but they were happy to do it). The prescription said to take one pill every 6 hours, but I religiously took one every 5 hours because I was terrified to feel the pain I was expecting to feel. I set an alarm on my phone to go off every 5 hours (even in the middle of the night). They also prescribed me some stronger stuff similar to Vicodin, but I only took one pill of those each night when I was ready to go to bed, because they made me tired.

It’s really important that you do NOT spit in the first 24 hours of getting your teeth extracted – this is a crucial time for the blood clots to start forming and if you spit, it can dislodge them and that’s when dry sockets occur. You should also stick to liquids or soft foods. Luckily for me, my mom was an angel during all of this. She kept bringing me pudding and sorbet and then when I was hungry for real food, she chopped up mac and cheese for me, and even chopped up a little Lactaid pill because I’m lactose intolerant so I needed to take one for the dairy, but I couldn’t chew. She’s so freaking cute!

Aside from the alarming amount of pudding I consumed in the first day, there was nothing exciting to report. 3 of my wisdom teeth were fully grown in and 1 was partially impacted still so when they took that one out, they put in one stitch to help close to hole. The only part of my face that was noticeable swollen was where that tooth came out, and I think it’s because that part of the surgery was a bit more invasive. The other three teeth barely felt sore at all. In terms of timing, the Novocain felt like it had worn off by about 7pm that night, and other than that, I was just sleepy from all the excitement.

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Mouth stuffed with cause to minimize the bleeding. V cute

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24 hours post surgery:

24 hours after I had my surgery – you’d think I’d be posted up in bed watching Real Housewives reruns and eating ice cream, right? WRONG. My entire family was out of the house, all doing different things and didn’t have their phones on them. That’s when my poor dog decided to poop blood all over the house. In a state of panic, I called my best friend who came and picked us up and we went to the emergency vet together for three hours. So yeah, not typically how you’d spend your first full day post-op. But my babygirl needed some attention, so that’s what she got.

Once we were cleared to leave the vet (with 4 different medicines and a scary warning to keep checking her for dehydration), we headed back to the house. Cookie was pooped and so was I, so we spent the rest of the afternoon snuggling and eating soft foods.

Fun fact: by later that night, I was able to start munching on some hard foods. I wouldn’t recommend this if your mouth is sore, but mine felt fine and I needed some oyster crackers in my life, so I went for it. I didn’t regret it one bit.

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Here’s what I looked like 24 hours after the surgery. You can see that the bottom left cheek is slightly swollen because there was a stitch there, but the rest of my face is pretty normal.

5 days post surgery:

By Sunday night (2.5 days post-op), by stitch had fallen out. After frantically googling it and seeing that most people were saying that this shouldn’t happen until day 5 at the earliest, I was FREAKING TF OUT. I wanted to kick myself for eating anything but soup the last few days. Luckily when I called my dentist’s office in the morning, the receptionist let me know that it was dissolvable and that they weren’t expected to stay in longer than a few days, so I was totally fine. PHEW.

5 days post-op and I’m feeling 85% back to normal. My mouth is still slightly sore, but just barely. I religiously take the Tylenol still (and probably will for another week or so, just to be safe). My face isn’t really swollen anymore like, at all. I’m still rinsing with anti-septic rinse twice a day (I started doing this 24 hours after the surgery). It helps keep your mouth clean and helps to dislodge some of the food that gets stuck in the extraction holes.

I’m still paranoid about getting dry socket, so I still avoid straws like the plague (that sucking motion will get ya every time), and I have a mini panic attack whenever I sneeze because I can feel the pressure in my mouth and I’m nervous that it’ll dislodge the blood clots.

 

One week follow-up appointment:

Exactly one week after my surgery, I went back to the office and got checked out to make sure everything was healing ok and there weren’t any signs of infection. I find it incredibly ironic that despite being a nervous wreck about this entire surgery, my surgeon said it was one of the easiest recoveries he’d ever seen. Everything was doing well, I had no signs of infection, no dry socket and no pain whatsoever.

I walked in and out of that appointment in 10 minutes and had the official go-ahead to start using straws, so I headed straight to Starbucks and ordered my classic iced soy chai latte – straw included 😉

Before I left, I was given a syringe looking thing to use to clean out the holes left in my mouth. My surgeon explained that over the next few weeks, the holes would start to close up and we wanted to avoid getting any good particles stuck in there because that might cause infections. So now every morning and every night, I fill this thing up with water, insert it into the little holes, and squirt out any food debris that gets stuck in there. TBH, it’s extremely cool to me. Then again, I’m one of those weirdos that likes watching Dr. Pimple Popper, so any type of extraction is cool to me. STOP JUDGING. My mom thinks I’m disgusting but whatever.



So there you have it – a full week of what it’s like to get your wisdom teeth out! Coming from someone who was deathly afraid of getting this done, I cannot tell you how silly I feel about putting it off for an entire decade. It was so easy! If you have any questions at all, please feel free to write a comment or send me a message. I’m happy to help you however I can! xo, AJ