Why I can't trust my tongue

In the past couple of weeks I have had a piece break off two of my teeth, which I have now thankfully had patched up at the dentist.

One of the teeth broke whilst I was chewing a fairly soft energy bar on my recent four hour half marathon adventure, just to compound the problems I was already having with my left knee.

By the way if you’re wondering whether I meant to say four and a half hour marathon, no I really did mean four hour (almost) half marathon.

Whilst the broken tooth has been a minor nuisance, what’s been most interesting is the fact that I’ve discovered that my tongue is really a naughty schoolboy, disguised as a tongue, who is magnetically attracted to trouble.

I never realised that my tongue had a mind of its own. It must have because my mind had no impact on it whatever.

It didn’t matter how much I commanded my tongue (silently obviously – if I had been walking around conversing with my tongue in public, the tongue would have been the least of my problems!) to stay away from the jagged edge of one of my broken teeth, it made absolutely no difference. There it was pretty much permanently exploring back and forth over the tooth.

In my experience this is pretty much how my inner critic works.

It only takes me thinking that I have done something wrong, not done something that I should have, or done something that’s not good enough, and my inner critic is all over it covering every millimetre back and forth constantly until I do my own inner dentistry to patch up my mental “broken tooth”.

Do you have a mental “broken tooth”, and if so what could you do build your “tooth” back up and file down the rough edges?

That tongue can’t be trusted you know and needs to have temptation removed.