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The Perks of Being Married to a Brit

It's been a busy few months in my home and my home practice.

The change created a settling period and I also went away to attend a few seminars.

Life's been busy!

One of the seminars was in Washington DC for a huge pediatric and family chiropractic wellness seminar, hosted by the International Chiropractic Pediatric Association, of which I am an active member.

And because I was all the way over the pond, I of course had to make a stop into New York City, my hometown, on my way back to London.

My close friend insisted she take me out to dinner since we only had 24 hours together.

So we wanted to make the best of it.

We went all the way downtown in SoHo to this fantastic restaurant, with a fantastic wine list. 

I had purposefully not eaten lunch because I really wanted to indulge and eat tons of food at this place, as well as letting myself share a bottle of red wine with my good friend.

The food was incredibly delicious (I had this amazing scallop dish with squid and sea urchin risotto!).

My friend had a juicy fillet of steak (for which they are famously known).

The conversation was rolling, as was the time and of course, the wine. 

Pretty quickly, we downed the whole bottle of wine.

We couldn't muster up ordering another one, so we just said, "We'll just have another glass of red please."

Right.

Can you guess what happened?

We ordered a few more glasses between each other, and I could tell we passed a certain point of no return.

At least my friend did.

Interestingly, I was feeling great. 

Not too inebriated.

Just right.

However, I could tell that my friend was getting a little bit loud.

We stayed enjoying our meal and wine until the place was nearly empty and the staff was even heading home.

It was time to hail a cab.

I was still feeling fine, but my friend wasn't even able to walk straight towards the taxi.

We get in, and I immediately see her open the window and stick her head out.

Sick.

All the way back uptown.

On one hand, I was grateful that I didn't feel sick like her.

Then, on the other hand, I thought, "Is this what living in the UK with a British husband does?"

Serious Liver Training.

AKA Very Slow Alcohol Titration Training.

I texted my husband at 2:30am New York time to tell him that there might be schools closing because of a water main pipe bursting and some people had no water in Streatham.

His reply, "What the hell are you doing up?"

"We just got home."

"[surprise emoticon]"

"And you would be 'proud' of me. Your wife-married-to-a-Brit didn't get sick like her American friend wife-married-to-an-American."

Yes people. It's the little things in life that make it all fun and interesting.

And marriage interesting as well.

Bottom line is, I wasn't proud.

In fact, I got back to London and things got busier and busier in the practice.

And then after a few weeks, I realised that it had been nearly a month since I last got adjusted.

(Cue in the Shock Horror music)

I know. Crazy, right?

And guess what, I have had to do some serious catching up to get my system back online, back into high energy-richness, and feeling great.

That's what happens when I neglect what's the most important to me.

(And too much wine drinking.)

My health.

The way I keep myself strong and energised is from my regular adjustments.

I let myself go.

And it was a huge wake-up call.

This past week since Easter I've been adjusted twice already, and I've got my adjustments lined up for myself next week too.

When's the last time you got adjusted?

Do you feel the difference if you miss your adjustment?

Being married to a Brit definitely has its perks, but he's not going to adjust my spine and make my life perfect. 

That's my job.

I'm responsible for that.

So, come on over to my home practice where it's super cozy and really great.

And you get an awesome adjustment!

See you soon!

— Dr MaryAnne


 

I'm moving!

Don't worry!

I'm only relocating 5 minutes away.

It's time to make a change.

Last week I announced that I was going to share some news.

Now I'm ready to tell you all!

It took me a few months to simmer with the idea, and once I made the decision, I knew it was the right thing to do.

I'm moving my practice back into my house.

In Streatham Hill.

Overall, this move is better for me.

The main reason is because I'm a mum.

And children don't stay little very long.

Time flies.

And my priority in life - the most important thing to me - is my family.

So, moving my practice back into my house is the best thing for me now so I can juggle my family life, and my practice life.

Ultimately, I know it's what will allow me to serve you better.

So, my new address for my practice is:

2 Wavertree Rd, SW2 3SW

My first day adjusting at the new address, my house, will be on Tuesday 30th January.

So, in two weeks when you come to your adjustment don't come to 44 Lancaster!

I'll be sending out texts to people to make sure there's no mistake. 

I wouldn't want you to come to Lancaster and I'm not there! 

That would stress you and me out.

I don't want that to happen.

Parking is not as easy since it's just near the Streatham Hill high street. 

But, if there isn't a car in front of my driveway, feel free to park right in front. No problem!

If you have any questions, please hit reply and let me know!

I'm looking forward to seeing all of you at my new practice location!

In the meantime, see you later on this week for your next adjustment.

— Dr MaryAnne
 

It's called the whip nae nae, mom.

Spending time with my girls in Paris has been a chock full o' fun.

(And lots of learning about the latest trendy stuff. My daughters talk even more than I do.)

My 11-year-old is practically a teenager and she's teaching me a lot of songs, dance moves, and new ways to speak.

Frankly, I don't remember being like this when I was eleven.

(I probably was though.)

Kids these days seem to grow up much faster than when I was a kid.

(Is it technology that accelerates it the maturity process?)

Anyway, since we used to live in Paris, I still have a few friends living here so we went to have lunch with a close dear friend of mine.

She's a little bit younger than me, and my daughter really loves her too.

I hadn't seen her for a couple years, so it was great to see her.

The last time I saw her, things were a little sketchy in her life, and she was not doing very well causing her to resort to anti-depressant drugs.

When she told me this at the time, I did whatever I could to help her remotely, chatting with her online, texting, and emailing. 

I always told her that I knew she had it in her to fight this tough time in her life without using the drugs. I was confident that she didn't need them.

Unfortunately, so many women (1 in 7 women in the US) are taking anti-depressants and anti-anxiety drugs for their emotional states of depression.

And these women have no idea that almost all cases can be remedied and healed 100% naturally.

Take a look at this awesome interview with Marie Forleo and Dr Kelly Brogan.

Dr Kelly is a board-certified psychiatrist, who specialises in women's health, specifically depression and anxiety.

She just released this book all about healing depression naturally through exercise, diet, mindfulness, and meditation.

It's a phenomenal book.

I love it.

She's a big supporter and advocate for chiropractic care as well. 

I highly recommend learning more about what she teaches, how diet, foods, exercise and meditation can help clear and heal so many diseases, including depression.

As for my friend, over lunch with her, she was glowing with happiness, and she was so proud to tell me that she was doing fantastically well and she was able to get off the anti-depressants and heal herself naturally. 

Awesome. 

It is absolutely possible to make this happen. I know this and I'll always stand by that truth!

Healing naturally is how you will be healthy. Not the drugs.

Check out Dr Kelly Brogan's website to see what she's saying about it.

In the meantime, make sure you book your massage at this amazing price of £25 for one hour!

Remember, you can book the massage now for a date later on in the future.

You pay now, and have the massage in a few weeks if that makes it easier for you!

See you next week!

Have a wonderful Easter weekend.

— Dr MaryAnne

My kids speaks this strange alien language that I don't understand

As someone who was raised in America, I've always been amazed at how easy it is to travel to a completely different country within a couple hours from London.

Plane or train.

Doesn't matter.

It's very cool.

A two-hour train ride in America, and you're still in the same State (most of the time). 

I can't believe more Londoners don't take advantage of living so close to Paris!

It's so great to be able to hop on a fast train, and then BAM, you're in frogland.

Oui! Oui!

C'est magnifique!

Anyway, on the very crowded train, I met this very sweet young mother with her toddler daughter.

I couldn't help but offer my assistance because there was a jumble of seats with a big family of overgrown loud teenagers, and I could tell that this mother just wanted a comfortable seat with her little girl.

So I managed to talk the other people into rearranging their seating plan, and the young mother was able to sit next with us in the quattro seating (with the table in the middle).

Much better outcome.

She was very grateful.

It was simple to do. 

Little effort.

Big payout.

Stressless journey with children.

(Is that really possible?)

We had a lovely ride into Paris.

My kids played with the little girl, and everyone was happy.

I was probably the happiest because my eldest kept on talking in the strangest accent. I think she picked it up on YouTube. She contorts her face and has this annoying rhythm, tone, and intonation. 

Very strange.

So I basically ignored her. I had to. Instead, I focused on having a nice conversation with the young mother sitting next to me.

She asked me if I work and what I do.

Sure enough she became very interested when I told her that my special interest is with babies' and children's spinal health.

Most people have no clue what chiropractic paediatrics is.

"What does it mean for a child to go have a chiropractic check-up?"

I explained to her how important it is for all newborns to have their spines check shortly after birth.

Doesn't a paediatrician check the baby's heart, breathing, ears, genitals, etc?

How about one of the most important organs in the body?

The brain and the spine - the central nervous system?

This mother was totally fascinated.

"Yes, that makes sense!"

She even explained to me that her baby was born with forceps because she was twisted in a strange position stuck in the birth canal.

(Do you know how often I hear mothers say this?)

Listen, I love what I do. And if I can speak to one mother a day to show them how important it is to have her child's spine checked, then I feel that I've helped make a positive change in that child's (and mother's) life.

Because a healthy child is what we all want.

Healthy children lead to a happier world for the future.

Do you get it?

Good.

Now, I'm off to go eat some delicious French food.

Au revoir et a bientot!

See you next week for your adjustment!

(Don't forget to book in your £25 massage! Only ten days left at this price.)

— Dr MaryAnne

People are wondering what the heck is happening to them

Here are examples of changes that some of my practice members experience:

  • A woman starts going to the gym for the first time in eight years and loses 35lbs (16kg). (She looks 10 years younger!)
  • A woman who was miserable, yet very dependent, in her job quits to find something she wants to do. (She also got rid of the boring relationship she felt stuck in.)
  • After being mostly bed-ridden from pain and fatigue on and off for 10 years, a woman has not only started exercising, and lifting weights, she's traveling, has her own business, and is enjoying life.
  • A woman who was trying to get pregnant for years, experienced failed IVFs and miscarriages, gets pregnant and has her first baby.
  • A young man, who finds his job dull and boring but doesn't really know what else he can do has found inspiration and insight in possibly going to chiropractic school. He's discovering a new passion that gets him hopeful and excited.
  • For the first time in 10 years, a woman who is scared to go to the gym, starts a program and goes to the gym regularly!

These are just a few of the examples of the changes that happen with regular NSA chiropractic care. 

Anything is possible, and it's up to the individual for these things to happen.

How does it happen?

Well, let's just say that your body, brain, and system are one river, with lots of flowing water. Over the years rocks and sticks, debris, and mud accumulate into the river which causes the water not to flow easily.

The chiropractic adjustments are like getting rid of those rocks and debris stuck in the river.

Helps the water clear up.

The water flows faster and better.

Also, sometimes, the chiropractic adjustments shift the rocks, moving them around to change the flow of the water. 

It creates a different flow.

A better flow.

The river is constantly changing and growing.

It has to adapt.

It makes sense that moving the rocks around will create change.

Anything is possible for that river.

I've said this before and I'll say it again: it's not just about the pain in your back, folks.

The pain will eventually reduce and go away, but only if you make changes in your life.

Chiropractic adjustments help your body function better.

Change is inevitable in the way you feel, think, and move.

That will have an impact on your life for sure.

And it's almost always a welcomed positive impact.

See you at your next adjustment!

— Dr MaryAnne

Here's what the space cakes did

Those space cakes.

They just sat there in some wacka-do shop somewhere in the Red Light District.

Or, someone bought them and got high on them.

Whoo-Hoo! More power to them.

Bottom line is, I didn't have any!

Nor did I consume, inhale, or ingest any other cannabis.

Did I want to?

Sure!

But, actually, to be fully honest with you, we were having such a great time just going with the flow that I didn't have this big urge to go get me some hash.

(Plus, my man wasn't a team player in that aspect. So it woulda been me totally stoned, and he just not vibing with me. BORING!)

(Or, it woulda been something like this.)

Anyway, I don't feel like I missed out.

Doing that stuff was never my thing anyway.

(I can count on one hand the times I've done that.)

The whole week was blissful.

Veni, Vidi, Vici!

Mission Accomplished!

It was a much-needed time away to reconnect to myself, my truth, my husband and our relationship.

Take my word for it: Shit got CRAAAAZY in my life for a while (over a year), and it was time to do this.

When we were sitting on the plane, I turned to my very-structured-need-to-plan-everything-husband and said,

"OK listen. Here's the plan. There is no plan. I'm just going with the flow. I'm gonna wake up when I wake up, and decide what I wanna do when I know what I wanna do. I'll give you a general list of things I might wanna do, or not wanna do for the day, but other than that, I'm just wingin' it. Capisce?"

And he was cool with that.

That was the plan.

That's what went down.

We didn't argue once.

(Well, maybe had a disagreement about something stoopid, but nothing crazy like when we're at home, where I wanna rip his head off because he's being male.)

Towards the end of the week, the night before we left, I started getting a little anxious.

Like, uneasy.

Stressed.

Thoughtful.

Worried.

I couldn't put my finger on it.

I actually was looking forward to heading home the next day.

I missed my kids a lot and I wanted to squeeze them and hold them.

So it wasn't the obvious thing about the holiday ending that made me all down.

The realisation came to me on the next day while on the plane.

It was slightly about the holiday ending, but more specifically, it was about my fear of getting back out there, getting back into the routine of my life.

Going back out into the jungle. 

The WILDERNESS of MY LIFE.

Kids. Routine. Schedule. My practice. My plans. My responsibilities. My accountabilities. 

Everything.

The trip was an escape where I temporarily allowed myself to let it all go. No worries. No commitments. No one to answer to. No one to interrupt me ("Mummy! Mummy!")

Coming back meant I had to be in the game again.

And it stressed me out.

Why?

Because there's always that feeling of fear,

"Can I do it?"

"Am I capable?"

Once we got back and settled back into my house, hugged my kids, and soaked it all in, the following day I had to drive my mother to the airport (she came to stay and take care of my kids during the week).

In the car on the way there she told me she could sense my uneasiness and she said, "You are doing this. You're the most resilient person I know. YOU CAN DO THIS."

(Moms always know what to say, right!)

And then I dropped her off, said my goodbyes, and went back home.

En route home, I blasted my favourite music and just zoned into it.

And then it happened.

That sense of "ahhhhhh".

Peace.

Bliss.

The feeling of HOME.

In that moment, all my unease turned into total ease.

I felt really really content. Really GOOD. I knew in that moment who I was.

I got my power back.

With the music in the air and the freedom of driving, my power came back to me and I just knew.

Those moments are so essential for me. 

Being connected to ME and myself, my power, my purpose is why all of it is worth doing.

And I know I felt that with such intensity this time because I was able to experience fun, freedom, connection, and bliss together with my husband last week.

It's what I wanted and it's what I needed.

After all, the space cakes were just a fun symbol.

They'll always be there.

Amsterdam will be there.

And so will all the next trips.

Now I'm back, baby.

Ready to continue to conquer.

And more.

— Dr MaryAnne

Space cakes might be interesting for my marriage

The last time my husband and I went away alone on a trip together was four years ago to the Isle of Skye.

In December.

We had a blast.

It was one of the best trips I've had with him.

At the time, my youngest was still a baby, I was still breastfeeding, and I was full-on bewbs deep in mummyland.

Going away with my hubby with no kids for 4 days sounded so alien to me.

Spending time with him alone, without the kids screaming and yelling, "Mummy! Mummy!" was so transformative!

Seriously!

What happened on this trip was unexpected.

Being able to wake up whenever, decide what to do whenever, and to eat whatever, whenever was so liberating.

It actually helped rekindle my love for my husband.

The light was shown onto him and revealed to me, "Oh! THIS is the guy you married! That's HIM!"

Yeah. It's been a while.

This week we're finally going away together again.

I. Am. So. Looking. Forward. To. It.

This time it's in Amsterdam.

When I tell people where I'm going, they tell me to take it easy on the space cakes.

(Hehe.)

That'll be something new. 

Because I've never been to Amsterdam before.

This whole trip is just what my husband and I need to do a marriage [software] update!

Somehow when we go away together, I feel young again.

The fun and flirty me kicks in, and I just feel like it's back when we first met.

That's so important in a marriage, because we all know that long-term relationships are damn hard.

Taking action and creating love, fun, and passion in my relationship is super important to me, my health, my happiness, and my life.

When I feel beautiful and in love with my husband, my fun and free femininity comes out. 

Things just HAPPEN. 

Like, amazing things.

Wonderful things.

That's why I have to do this.

It's a necessity for me in my life.

It fuels me and brings me joy, and helps me reset all my purpose in life and why I do what I do for myself, my kids, my husband, my family, and the people I adjust in my practice.

All of it.

So, have a great week. 

Book yourself in for a fabulous massage while I'm gone!

The practice is still open and happy to help you relax with Darren and Ana, my extraordinary massage therapists!

See you on Saturday the 25th when I return!

— Dr MaryAnne

You've won the lottery

A few weekends ago, my son and I went to Paris.

My sister needed help.

So I went.

My sister didn't want my whole zoo-clan packed in her space, so I had to choose one of my monkeys.

Eenie-meenie miney-mo.

I chose my son because it was his turn for some 'mummy-and-me' time.

We were in one of my go-to shops in Paris to stock up on some cool French stuff and Max started to whine about something. 

(I don't even remember what it was about.)

I just stopped cold in my tracks.

"Really Max? You're complaining? Really?"

Oh no. I wasn't havin' it.

Right there in the shop I just gave him this life lesson.

Nip that shitz in the bud.

There is no complaining when in Paris.

There is no crying in baseball.

And there is no complaining in Paris.

(Yeah right - try telling that to all the other French living there.)

Especially not after you've eaten a fresh pain au chocolat. And you're in a cool Parisian shop. With your mum. On a mummy/son trip. Together. Without your sisters.

Oh hell no.

There is NO complaining allowed.

Then I started to remind him about what he's grateful for.

We made a list.

"Max, gimme 5 things you're grateful for."

When my kids start complaining about the stupidest stuff, I just stop them right there and say, "No. You do NOT get to complain right now."

One of my favourite dudes to watch, listen, follow and learn from is Gary Vaynerchuk

Love him.

He often talks about how being a human being is like winning the lotto. Here's another good one too.

And that there's no room to complain

(More good videos here, here, and here.)

Ok, kids are kids, and they will winge and whine and complain 'til the cows come home.

But, inside all of that, there's definitely a life lesson to be learned.

All I can do is speak for my kids and their situation.

They have no room to complain.

As soon as they start whining about some stupid thing, like how they wanted another biscuit and someone else had one more than they did, I give them 'the look', and I make them switch into 'what are you grateful for' mode.

STOP complaining. 

START declaring to yourself what you're grateful for in your day. 

How about listing 5 things you're grateful for each week?

It can be as simple as, "I slept well last night."

Or, "I ate one of my favourite meals."

Or, "I finished a great book."

Or, "I got laid."

Whatever.

Just be grateful for it.

Start small. Work up to big. 

One step at a time.

Watch what happens.

Have fun!

— Dr MaryAnne

PS - How about being grateful for getting adjusted and getting a great massage? Haven't done that in a while? Book those now!