health

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


 

When I get hexed

'Hexed'.

Do you know what that means?

It's when someone says something to you and you get this GRRRRR reaction.

A mixture of offence, frustration, annoyance, and a little of anger.

You know, that kind of feeling that you can't shake?

Anyway, recently, I was having a conversation with someone who just had a baby.

She came up to me to ask me about chiropractic for babies.

She had heard that this is what I do, and wanted to know more.

So I told her that newborns should have their systems (head, neck, spine, and its alignment) checked.

I asked her, 

"Doesn't it make sense that after the paediatrician checks the heart, lungs, ears, eyes, fingers and toes, that the spine and nervous system gets a run-through?"

All newborns should have a routine chiropractic spinal check up.

Ask any mother how her birth was.

She'll say anything from it was crazy and scary, and insane, to something like, oh, it was so quick and the baby shot out of me.

And everything in between.

What they will all say is that it was definitely intense.

Well guess who else it's intense for?

That's right.

The BABY.

That baby needs to squeeeeeze through a very narrow outlet (vaginal or c-section) after being squished in the mummy's tummy for the last few weeks of growing in there.

So, doesn't it make sense to make sure that we get the baby's spine checked by a paediatric chiropractor?

My rule of thumb is that a baby should get checked within 7-10 days post birth.

And then, they should get checked 2-4 times per month.

Those babies do a lot of growing each week, just like they did in the womb.

So when the woman who asked me about babies and chiropractic, she told me that she didn't think she could do it because her husband was anti-chiropractic.

Huh?

Anti-chiropractic?

Then I asked her, 

"Has your husband ever seen a chiropractic adjustment on a baby?"

She said, "No, I don't think so."

That's when I got hexed.

My mind went GRRRRR.

It wasn't my job to argue with her in that moment.

That accomplishes nothing.

All I could do was tell her what I know, which is that babies and children who have their spines checked and adjusted regularly are usually the healthiest kids around.

They develop well, with little or no delays.

The sleep better.

They aren't ill and poorly.

They don't need antibiotics.

And they are usually happy and well-behaved kids!

Don't believe me?

Ask me and I'll put you in contact with a mum whose child is a chiro-kid (a kid that's been adjusted regularly most of their life).

I'm not hexed anymore.

Rant is over.

See you at your next adjustment!

Book here.

— Dr MaryAnne

Get naked.

You know how children love running around naked when it's sunny outside?

Actually, if allowed, kids would simply rather be naked anywhere. 

They just don't have that filter set in by social standards.

Even my 11-year-old seems not to have this filter fully set in yet.

There comes a time eventually that we lose the art of loving nudity, loving our bodies.

Stay with me here.

The other day walking through Brixton (a very busy area in London) I saw a woman who looked totally depressed, angry, and miserable.

Her posture was horrible, she looked like she hadn't showered in a few days, and her body was out of shape by about 30 kilos (66 pounds)

I suddenly got all existentialist and thought,

"What happened to this woman? Why is she like this? What in her life lead her to this point?"

And then strangely, I thought about what her spine looked like and how it directly reflected what her life is like.

It's like I had x-ray vision.

Sometimes I feel like I have x-ray vision.

Yes, that's my secret.

I can see through your clothes.

I can see your naked body.

Like Superman and Supergirl.

(Why is she not called Superwoman?)

They have x-ray vision.

I think I do too.

Seriously though, when was the last time you took a good hard look at your naked body and felt carefree about it, just like when you were a little kid?

I wonder, when was the last time that miserable woman inspected her naked body?

Her posture?

Her health?

It saddens me to know that people can get to this state, to neglect their health and their bodies.

Because when you neglect your body, you're definitely not going to look at yourself naked in the mirror.

Are you?

And you're just not gonna care about your health.

My theory is that if you just start paying attention to your body, your naked body, by standing in front of a full length mirror and inspecting your posture, the way you stand, the way your shoulders slouch and the way your butt sags and tucks in, you're gonna notice some things that need changing.

If you pay attention and become more aware of your posture, especially when you're naked, you're more likely to do something about it.

Right?

Listen, I'm not saying you need to get into ship-shape, and look like Arnold Schwarzenegger, or Cindy Crawford.

I'm not even expecting you to like what you see in the mirror. 

We all have flaws.

Nobody's perfect.

Not even Cindy Crawford.

But you have to start somewhere.

Pay attention to your body.

Get naked.

And then do a dance.

Shake that naked booty!

Start taking care of it too!

See you at your next adjustment.

— Dr MaryAnne

How my trip to the pub was ruined by the British government

We're usually not organised.

My husband and I.

When it comes to our anniversary (12 years today), we usually forget to book anything, let alone get a babysitter in advance.

So for dinner tonight, we just decided to take our whole brood to the pub up the street.

We were starving.

Pub food isn't my usual thing, even thought I love a good burger, and it's been a while since I had a humongous meal with fries and lots of comfort food.

Plus, I've been training like crazy, lifting more weights, and my trainer told me I have to eat more to increase my muscle growth and recovery.

Win for me!

Anyway, my husband went up to the bar to order our food.

Burgers.

Ribs.

The usual.

We scarfed down our food.

(I'm still amazed, and will always be amazed, at how much food my kids can put down, especially my son, and be super lean. I mean, where does it all go?)

We all finished, and then I was in the mood for dessert.

(Right? What girl doesn't want to at least look at the dessert menu?)

Mmmmmm.

Yummmmm.

Millionaire's ice cream sundae.

Oh My God.

Yes please.

(Cue in shock horror music)

Then, in italics it says,

"1050 calories"

Wait, what?

I kept reading down the list.

Brownie hot fudge sundae:

1200 calories.

Are. You. Freaking. Kidding. Me?

Caramel Toffee Pudding:

985 calories.

I look at my husband with a really pissed off stare.

He looks at me like he's done something wrong.

I blurt out, "One thousand calories? Really? Why the hell are they telling us?"

He answers in relief thankful that it's not his fault this time,

"Oh yeah, blame the British government. It's sort of becoming the law."

Really?

Oh, for feck's sake.

Let's order three.

Yes, I ate my share.

Live and let live.

Life's too short.

Carpe diem.

Oh yes. It was goooooood.

Happy Anniversary to us!

Have a great long weekend.

— Dr MaryAnne

They think you're stupid

They think you're stupid

No one can decide who you are and what you should do and who you can be. Only you can.

I wanna be a movie star and an astronaut

When I ask my son what he wants to be when he grows up, he usually says,

"I wanna be a YouTuber star, like a movie star. And definitely an astronaut."

Good goals, son.

Easy-peasy, right?

When did that question stop being fun to answer?

For me, it doesn't stop. 

Ever.

Because, actually, thinking like a child, being in the moment, with little or no sense of time, is really the way to view this tough world.

It is rough out there, and sometimes I wish I can literally push the pause button on the clock.

When I was a teenager, there was this American TV show where this girl was half-alien, and she had this one power:

She would touch her two index fingers together and time would just freeze.

Everyone around her would stand still.

Time would stop.

But she wouldn't. 

She could walk around people, tickle them, fart in their face, or whatever.

Time was paused.

Wouldn't that be so cool?

Well, it's highly disappointing, but that power just won't happen.

Instead, I'm thinking about my own way of time travel into the future.

It helps me get through my days now.

You know that sometimes annoying question, "Where do you see yourself in five years? Ten years?"

I know what my answer is, but I think for lots of people, it's not easy to answer.

For me, it's easier to imagine myself two years out.

Basically I imagine how I want my life to be and look like, and then I scale it backwards and visualise what I'd be doing to achieve that.

For example, one of my goals in my career is to start teaching other chiropractors paediatric adjusting. I have to train more for that and it'll take time to organise.

Also, we've always had plans to renovate our house. I have many desires for my beautiful newly renovated kitchen, and as many Londoners know, getting a house worked on is no joke.

There are so many steps to take with that!

These are just two clear examples, and there are many more, but you get my drift.

I'm very certain about how I want my life to look like in two years, and for me to have that in place, I know what I need to work on, plan, and get into action with.

One constant regular action step that's always there is getting adjusted.

How about you?

Gotta take care of your health, always.

See you at your next adjustment!

— Dr MaryAnne