It's official. I have a small mouth. Yep lots comes out of it but it is officially small.
Of course you are wondering how I came to this conclusion. Well as part of the pre-op assessment that I attended recently I was asked to open my mouth as wide as possible. This was so the nurse could check they would be able to get a tube in for the anaesthetic. They measure the opening by how many fingers of your hand you can insert into your mouth from top to bottom.
For most people it's at least 3. I cannot get three of my fingers between my teeth when my mouth is wide open. Almost, but not quite, so my mouth is small. They managed ok with the anaesthetic though so not a major problem.
It also doesn't explain how with such a small mouth I still manage to eat too much. You'd think it would help with dieting. Apparently not according to my scales. Oh but wait, the size of my mouth will only help with the dieting if the size of my plate is small too! Hmm, didn't get that memo.
I have such a sweet tooth and the last couple of weeks I have done very little exercise. Maybe I won't get on the scales today.
What I am going to do is try and get back to some sort of normal routine. Hard to do when hubby's around all day but I've promised myself to stay away from time wasting games and no Facebook until this evening. Just couldn't resist posting a blog though.