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WTF Meets OMG
Massage therapy can transform when you least expect it
Mind-blowing surprise is all around you, if you stay open to it. This lesson was reiterated to me last week.
I had, just before Valentine's Day, begun the South Beach diet as part of my ongoing quest to drop pounds, firm up, and live longer. Nine pounds melted off me in nine days, but that's not the revelation.
To get to the real revelation, we have to go back almost 25 years.
A few weeks before my 16th birthday, a minor head injury altered my life significantly. Bad hangover, long story. What's important to know for these purposes is that first there was hospitalization, then a cane, and forever after a very slight limp on the left side of my body. The limp was only really visible when I drank to excess. But an imbalance always lingered, out of sight but never out of mind. Who could set aside a deep and throbbing lower-body tension that resulted from constant compensation?
Flash forward to the start of last month.
After putting on more than a few holiday pounds, I eliminated sugar and carbs from my diet for two weeks. The system shock was, at first, awful like withdrawal. No one would deny the physical results of this nutrition adjustment though. The drop in weight took pressure off my hips, knees, and ankles. Things were feeling pretty good — to a point. I still had nagging pain in my lower left leg. It seemed an inescapable fact of aging and that early youthful accident. Dull and annoying, yet endurable.
I had, just before Valentine's Day, begun the South Beach diet as part of my ongoing quest to drop pounds, firm up, and live longer. Nine pounds melted off me in nine days, but that's not the revelation.
To get to the real revelation, we have to go back almost 25 years.
A few weeks before my 16th birthday, a minor head injury altered my life significantly. Bad hangover, long story. What's important to know for these purposes is that first there was hospitalization, then a cane, and forever after a very slight limp on the left side of my body. The limp was only really visible when I drank to excess. But an imbalance always lingered, out of sight but never out of mind. Who could set aside a deep and throbbing lower-body tension that resulted from constant compensation?
Flash forward to the start of last month.
After putting on more than a few holiday pounds, I eliminated sugar and carbs from my diet for two weeks. The system shock was, at first, awful like withdrawal. No one would deny the physical results of this nutrition adjustment though. The drop in weight took pressure off my hips, knees, and ankles. Things were feeling pretty good — to a point. I still had nagging pain in my lower left leg. It seemed an inescapable fact of aging and that early youthful accident. Dull and annoying, yet endurable.
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