It's about damn time!

 It's been a minute since I last blogged. Well, its actually been 2,628,000 minutes since I last blogged. (2,628,000 moments so dear...). It's been a long, long time since my last blog. Forgive me, friends, for I have been busy.

You know when you see people you haven't seen in like 2,628,000 minutes, and you do that thing:

 "omg hi! I haven't seen you in ages! What have you been up to?"

"...not much..?."

Because really, where does one start? I mean, there was (is?) a pandemic, but that's a bullshit excuse to not have blogged because during the pandemic, the only thing I had going on was time. Time to organize my shed, time to write a blog post, time to watch the Handmaid's Tale, time to learn the piano. You can probably guess how it went... blessed be the Netflix.

I've been both busy and not busy. Over the past 2,628,000 minutes I did all the pandemic stuff like bake bread and break down in tears, all the regular stuff I do with kids and family and chiropractic and the clinic, and I also did a 2,628,000 minute program in psychotherapy training. It ranks among the best things I've ever done, and it's strange to me that the gap in this blog neatly brackets that time. In 2017 I wrote about going back to school to learn a new bodywork modality, and then poof it's 2022 and I went back to school and became a psychotherapist. Where did the time go? Other than... on?

In that fruitful blog void I was learning to feel. I also learned about the ways we avoid feeling. I learned how we make contact with one another, I learned about support and being present. I learned how we hold trauma in the body and about addictions and families of origin, personality adaptations and the importance of grounding. I learned a lot about love, and sex, and not just in the way you are thinking, and also I learned that most of us are at least a little perverted. I also learned that we are all, each of us in our own ways, lonely/scared/wounded. I learned about awareness in the here and now, about intimacy, grieving, vulnerability and also I learned that there is so, so much that I don't know. And now I'm a psychotherapist, and get to be with my clients in that way, and it is the most humbling and touching and challenging work. I love it. 

I'm still also a chiropractor, and that too is humbling, touching and challenging work that I love - just in different ways. For now I'm wearing two hats, and they suit me just fine. I see clients for therapy, where we explore patterns and reflect and 'be' together, feeling our feelings in an embodied way. And I see patients for chiropractic and we move and stretch and release as I work with the macro, the body's muscles and joints, the micro tears and cellular healing, and the more ethereal, the humans who inhabit the bodies I touch. Chiropractic and psychotherapy don't technically overlap and for practical reasons I do not overlap the two in practice. But they don't completely not overlap either. And I tend to laugh a lot in both capacities.  

So that's what I've been up to, in a nut shell. 

How about you?

Back to school... always.

I love being a chiropractor!

Except for when I don't.  

I'll admit, sometimes I've gotten bored.  Not by you though... !  Just bored of the same old same old, you know?  Low back pain?  Snore.  Another popped rib?  Zzzzzz.  Seriously, when the highlight of your day is a sprained ankle, something's got to change.  

Enter my mother-in-law.  Now normally I take her advice like any nice daughter-in-law: I listen respectfully, murmur in agreement and then silently disregard it.  This time, though, something stuck.  She had heard from a friend about a great new technique that may interest me, and she was right.  Neurokinetic therapy presents itself as 'the missing link', and it is. I've since taken 2 out of the 3 modules, and they have reinvorgated my practice and my focus.  NKT is smart and slightly nerdy, adaptable and adapting as more knowledge is shared amongst its followers.  

As I understand and practice it, NKT is a system of 'playing' with the body.  It allows me to find a weak muscle, and then find the compensator.  It guides me to search for relationships in the body, and to correct them.  It tells me what is really going on, what needs to be downregulated (released) and upregulated (activated).  It gives me the info, and then I can use my tools (adjustments, muscle release, acupuncture etc) to do the work.  It is simple and really cool at times.  Yesterday I had a patient who could not maintain any balance in her lateral subsystem from left to right.  The slightest amount of pressure on her right shoulder would knock her over.  When she clenched her jaw though, she was stable as a rock.  When we dissected this a little further, it turned out that moving her jaw to the left made her the most stable.  A small muscle in her jaw, called the lateral pterygoid, was overworking for a stabilizing muscle in her back, throwing off not only her hip, but her entire balance.  

A-mazing.  

And it's changed the way I can look at the old boring things too.  Back pain?  Maybe its connected to that old ankle sprain!  Popped rib? Wonder if there is a diaphragm link?  It's opened up new possibilities and new excitement, and I can't wait to take level 3, where we work on eye muscles and ligaments!  

What are you learning these days?

Still practicing after all these years...

In chiropractic college I was told that when we graduate, we would be, at best, competent chiropractors.  That after five years of practice, we might be good.  That was daunting at the time, but now I find myself 3 times good and a year.  If extended metaphor math isn't your strong suit, I'm closing in on 16 years of practice, and Russell Hill Chiropractic Clinic is officially 15 years old as of today.  We've come a long way, baby.

Before we were Russell Hill Chiropractic & Natural Health, the clinic was called Collis Chiropractic Clinic, run by Dr. Richard Collis.  He took me on as an associate in March of 2002, barely a year out of chiropractic college and still wet behind the ears.  I was in awe; the man could crack a back like no one else.  By summer of that year Dr. Collis gave me the opportunity to own the clinic, and I took it; one of the best decisions I've ever made.  When he told his patients that I would be taking over, I remember one patient cried; I'm happy to say that she gave me a chance and still comes for adjustments to this day.

The practice I took over was made up of me and one massage therapist, Kaaren Brooks.  Kaaren's hands are legendary, and though she moved to Calgary many years ago, her clients still ask about her. The following years were a whirlwind; Zach joined on as a second chiropractor, bringing his attention to detail and penchant for stretches, followed years later by Paul and the devoted patients who followed him.  Lisa brought Chinese medicine and Qi Gong to the clinic, paving the way for Julian today.  We have seen a parade of RMTs come and go: Amanda with her adorable Scottish accent, the always smiling Jessica, Lilian who worked briefly but left to travel to Iceland and we couldn't blame her.  Eva won our hearts and melted our muscles, while  Natalie worked our bodies with her hands of steel.  And of course the RMT team of today: Gary our resident wizard, Jenna's skilled hands and experience, Astra who everybody loves and Anthony who does powerful work with a subtlety that amazes us.  It's been a privilege to be in such good hands for 15 years.

Of course, when I took over the clinic I also inherited my first staff member.  Jody was a force to be reckoned with, and taught me so much about management and the importance of the reception role. When Jody moved on from reception to motherhood, Megan joined the team until the maritimes called her back. Chelsea, Meg, Krystina and Tina took your calls over the years, as did the formidable Lisa, who's skills are wide and varied. Hayley was the tallest to work here and among the loveliest, until she left for Amsterdam and never returned. I'll never forget Louise, who transformed this clinic using her marketing skills and business smarts to help take our work up to the next level. Steph's warmth was much appreciated, and now Sarah is in charge of all things admin, including keeping the very many of us organised and on time.  I literally could not have functioned without these smart and capable women, each bringing their unique skills and personality to this job.  I honestly have learned so much from each of you in the different times of my career; you were administrators, my right hand women, my gatekeepers, my babysitters, and my friends.  I spent more hours with you than my family!  I was always sad to see you leave, but always so happy and proud to watch you move onto your next adventures.

I'm getting verklempt.

There were others who came through this office, healers who stopped by for a year or a few to practice their craft.  Edra introduced me to Naturopatic Medicine well before Bita and Dori (spoiler alert! She's starting here soon!) brought their herbs to the clinic.  Andrea practiced reflexology until moving to the country, and brought in the skilled June to replace her.  Devon's obsession with healthy foods just made us hungrier, while Elisse blended mind and body work with her yoga therapy. Shawn and Janice snuck in on weekends, to teach us about all things baby: how to birth them, how to swaddle them, how to nurse them.  Isabelle joined on to tone our bodies, and today Alysa keeps us zen and flexible as she guides us in downward dog, while Mia pilatifies us daily, and reminds us to engage our lady muscles, though Trista recommends relaxing the same parts.  Jen was the first to practice psychotherapy in this space, until she went on to practice downtown. Amy keeps space in that space now, and keeps us all calm and in touch with our feelings.

... and I'm feeling nervous that I'm forgetting someone.

And of course, there's me.  I never had aspirations of chiropractic greatness, I just wanted to crack a few backs and make people feel better.  Chiropractic helped me, and I wanted to pay it forward.  Over the past 16 years I've been blessed with good luck, good timing and amazing patients.  Running this clinic and being a chiropractor has been joyful and challenging, my work and my passion.

15 years of practice, and I'm finally getting the hang of this.

No Shame: by Amy Deacon MSW, RSW

On February 22, 2017 - my world was forever changed by the birth of our daughter, Audriana. No university degree, graduate program or certification course has taught me as much as this little girl. While I already have a running list of lessons to be learned, I wanted to share this one, as it so deeply resonated with me.

As a therapist, I would estimate that 80% of my work is focused on working through the shame we have accumulated over the years. And let me tell you, as both a participant and facilitator of this process, learning to accept oneself as inherently worthy can be gruelling work. However, it’s important work, as many of our less than desirable behaviours are symptomatic of our shame, fear and insecurity.

As such, shame has always been a big topic of conversation in my world. And now - enter Audriana. Thanks to my daughter, every day when I get home, I get to witness what life is like without shame. Given, she’s 4-months old. But I don’t care - I want to emphasize this. The girl has no shame, and I love it. She will pee on her uncle, spit up on her Dad, use her mother’s chin and lips as her teething soother, and baby girl does not doubt herself for a second. She does not fear her tears, she does not minimize her laugh. She owns who she is; she owns her present reality without hesitation. Good or bad; she accepts herself just as she is. After all, she is a baby and still in touch with a sacred truth so many of us have lost along our way, she is inherently worthy. ​

All of this lead me to wonder - where, when and why did I lose my sense of self-worth? Like most, the shame that tainted me was not of my choosing. It was due to people and circumstances outside my realm of control. However, it was my choice to believe the shame was true and adopt a position of unworthiness. As a result, I spent a good chunk of my life trying to earn back my worthiness - by trying very hard to be liked, smart, thin, successful, beautiful - and most notably, trying to make it look effortless. ​

When I look at Audrey - I observe curiosity - not judgement. I immediately realize how differently I treat myself, and am so thankful for the teachings of this little girl. I am also encouraged to protect my sense of worth, as fiercely as I hope to protect hers. Therefore, I share with everyone the same gentle reminder I’ve been blessed with - we are all inherently worthy and need to treat ourselves and others as such. You, dear reader, are worthy - don’t let anyone tell you otherwise

Down with both Flipping and Flopping

Today is National Flip Flop day, according to Tropical Smoothie Cafe in Florida.  And while I'm all for made up holidays to raise money for good causes, I cannot shake the feeling that this is a ploy by the flip flop industry to distract us from the damage being done by their flimsy products.  It's big flip flop pulling the wool over our eyes and the plastic over our toe, and I'm not falling for it.

In these heated times, I believe strongly in freedom for all, specifically all the toes.  Let them feel the wind in their...er.. nails, let the sun shine down on them.  However, I simply cannot accept the flip flop as a respectable shoe option.  I support a full flip flop ban.  Here's why:



1) They don't provide enough of a barrier between your feet and the world.


Suffice to say, a quarter inch of plastic between your toesies and the street is not enough.  The grime accumulates and it is gross.  I've seen fancy ladies in New York City with a $75 flip flop dangling off of a filthy but manicured big toe and just... noe.





2) They cause your toes to GRIP for dear life.


With no arch support and no strappage securing the flip flop to your foot, your toes have to grip the pathetic excuse for a shoe just to hang on to the illusion that you are in fact wearing shoes.  Toe gripping causes the bottom of your feet, the plantar muscles and fascia, to work overtime, and this in turn can turn off other muscles in the kinetic chain, like your calves and glutes.  If you don't already have plantar fasciitis you just might by fall, and I'll have to say "i told you so".  Nobody wants to hear that, so get a (proper) grip.



3) The are ugly!


Full disclosure, I've been known to sacrafice proper support for a pretty sandal.  Sometimes you gotta rock a stiletto and deal with the consequences.  But flip flops?  Are these even worth the trouble they cause?  You can bejewel them all you want, to me it is just lipstick on a pig.



4) They provide no support!

No arch support at all, no ankle stability, no protection.  Flip flops are just begging you to sprain your ankle, develop plantar fasciitis or stub your toe.  I cannot support a shoe without any support!

So what's a girl to wear?  I'm a fan of a moulded foot bed sandal for every day use.  Birkenstocks are great, though I find them to be too flat for my body, and I suspect other disc herniation sufferers would agree.  Naot has many styles with a bit of a lift, though lately I find their styles too... 'fapitzed' for my liking.  My recent sandal purchase were Mephistos, and I find them to have just enough of a heel lift to save my back, great arch support and fuller coverage on the straps, meaning there is actually something holding the shoe to my foot!

Have fun this summer, but please leave the flip flops for the trek from pool deck to shower!

technalgia

In high school, I took mostly science classes.  At McGill I majored in physiology - the study of the human body.  I was a good student, but even the sharpest tools in the shed can use some learning..er...tools. One of the best things that happened during my science studies was realizing that a few Greek and Latin word-bits were the key to understanding scientific terminology. Srsly, most medical words are just 2 or 3 latin bits put together, and once you know a few of these bits, ta da you can read a medical journal, or at the very least question a few jeopardy answers and solve a crossword puzzle (4 letter word for forearm bone = ulna).  Pull these pre- and suf- fixes out, and you sound instantly SMRT.  Or at least smrtr.

One of my favourite medical words, though not my favourite diagnosis, is spondylolisthesis.  Doesn't it just roll off the tongue?  Spon-dillo-list-eesis.  The sound sends shivers down my spine, which is ironic since it refers to a vertebra that has slipped forward.

From a-z, allow me to present my favourite Latin medical bits (said no one ever!).  ABC's for the nerdy baby.

A is for -algia.  Give it a location, and you've got pain!  Metatarsalgia hurts all the way down in your toes, fibromyalgia hurts everywhere, and of course, "not tonight honey, I've got a cephalgia" hurts your partner.

B is for brady-, meaning slow.  Bradycardia is a slow heart beat, the opposite of tachycardia.  For some reason I memorized this as the Brady Bunch is slow, as in from the past, though admittedly they were also 'tacky' so it's a miracle I passed cardiology 101.

C is for chondro, referring to cartilage tissue. As in chondromalacia patella! Meaning 'bad cartilage in the kneecap'.  Lots of you have this.

D is for dendrite, comes from a Greek root word meaning tree.  See what I did there? Root? Tree?  Dendrites are nerve cell extensions that allow for nerve conduction.  We'd be nothing without them.

E is for -esthesia, or nervous sensation.  Pair it with para- and you've got altered nerve sensation.  Ana- and you can't feel nothin'.  Put an A before it if you want to be fancy or British - aesthesia.

F is for fascia, and it holds everything together.  Without it you're just a bag of bones.

G is for -genic, and it gives me cervicogenic dorsalgia.  It tells us where things come from, as in the aforementioned back pain that comes from your neck.

H stands for hyper, which means too much, and also describes my kid after he gets hyperglycaemic.

I is for idio-, best pared with pathic.  Idiopathic means your doctor is an idiot and he doesn't know why you are sick.

J gives us juxta meaning near, positioned well to make juxtaposition.  Which I actually learned in the one English course I had to take. Go figure.

K stands for kinesio- a word that moves me.

L is for lipo, and we do more than just -suction it.  If I point out a blobby cyst on your back (very common), it sounds better to call it a lipoma, than what it really is: a fatty growth.  No offence.

M is for so much! Macro and mega and myo- and mal- and mania... Which I clearly have.

N is for -noia, of the mind and will. This seems beautiful to me, though I can only think to pair it with para (outside of normal). Where are the other noias?

O is for olecranon, a much better word for elbow, dontcha think?

P gives us para - see noia above for the abnormal use, can also mean beside. I regularly deal with paraspinal muscles, which may or may not be abnormal.

Q is for quint as in Mia Quint (Rapoport) our Pilates guru. Mia also happens to be the youngest of a quad of girls, which makes me think her mother should have tried for one more or changed their family name.

R is for retro, meaning backward or behind. And you thought you didn't know latin!

S gives us scapula, a fancier way of saying shoulder blade. Or you could say fleigel, which is Yiddish for a 'wing' and what one patient refers to hers as.

T is for teno, pertaining to the tendons. Tenosynovitis is a great one in theory though not in actuality. 

U stands for -ule, which is little and small and cute! Like a macula, a small discoloured area of skin! Adorable.

V is for a lot of words that may make you blush (venero-, vesiculo-, vulvo-) but vago refers to your vagus nerve, so get your mind out of the gutter.

W gives us direction: -ward, -where, -wise and with-.

X is for xiphi, though I don't often have to describe anything as 'sword like', but I wish I did!

Y is for -ysteria, pertaining to the uterus. Very important in the diagnoses of yesteryear, like hysteria (ungovernable emotional excess!).

Finally, Z is for Zygo- a union or junction. A great part of your face is the zygomatic arch - giving us a stunning cheek bone and also it's fun to say!

What are your favourite words?

Taping with the Stars

Heads up fashionistas, KT tape is all the rage this season.  Madonna says so.

For those not in the know, KT tape is a popular method of rehabbing muscular injuries, and also a red carpet outfit.  In the non-celebrity world it is known as kinesiology tape, and when I was a student a hundred or so years ago (class of 1901!) we just called it 'taping'.

Taping is done to increase circulation to an injured tissue, to allow propioceptive input while maintaining mobility, and to affect the efferent pain pathways by modulating afferent input.  What?  That's my take anyway - I haven't yet officially studied this technique, though it's on my chiropractic bucket list.

Madonna recently took taping to a new level, and I was most definitely not taught this particular technique in my basic taping course.

Either Madonna is suffering from bilateral thigh and forearm injuries, which is possible I suppose, or her physio treatment ran late and she had only minutes to throw on her dress and make it to the event in time.  Also, this is the first time in history that kinesio tape has been used on nipples, and I'm certain that applying it was out of the scope of practice for her therapist.

On the other hand, Madonna is very fit and seems very happy, and so who am I to say a therapy works or not?

Guest Post by Amy Deacon, Clinical Social Worker

Anxious & Aware

For many of us, anxiety can be a paralyzing experience.  It fills our bodies with fear, clouds our heads, and subconsciously tears apart our hopes and dreams with its criticism and doubt.  What I found most infuriating about anxiety, is how it would keep me stuck.  It’s as if I were in a chokehold.  For years, I perceived anxiety as the worst thing in the world.  Anxiety was the devil itself.  Unfortunately, this perspective didn’t get me very far. 

What was even more maddening was how ineffective I was with coping with it.  For years, I would try to “control” my anxiety, which really meant trying to control every other aspect of my life - my relationships, work, eating and exercising, other people – you name it, I tried controlling it.  It also meant distracting myself, whether it was bingeing on reality TV, obsessing over other people’s problems, becoming overwhelmed with all my work-related tasks - essentially anything that encouraged my not paying attention to myself.  Spoiler alert – it never worked, and it certainly never helped to ease my anxiety.   In fact, it made it a whole lot worse.  While avoiding our anxiety initially results in short term gain, it definitely results in long term pain. 

However, with some great guidance, I was actually able to find a silver lining within my anxiety.  Please – don’t puke – I swear I am a pessimist, so hear me out.  The silver lining of my anxiety is that it is my body’s intrinsic alarm.  It’s a signal between my brain and body that something is very off.  Can it be loud, annoying and disruptive?  Hell, yes.  But chances are, if it weren’t so disruptive and annoying, I wouldn’t take it seriously.  It’s meant to get my attention, but I don’t believe it’s meant to harm me.  It’s my body’s way of telling me there’s something I’m neglecting, have been avoiding - that there is something in dire need of attention. 

Therefore, what I’ve learned and am continuing to learn is that instead of running away from anxiety, the key is to slow down, turn inwards – and gently explore what is going on.  In other words, just become aware.  Breathing can really help with the slowing down part, and with some time and practice, you may find you aren’t so inclined to run.  While it may sound cliché, it’s hard to know where we’re in need of healing until we know where we’re bleeding.  Running away from our anxiety is the same as running away from ourselves, and I don’t believe we’re meant to be run away from.  Rather, we’re meant to be explored, loved and deeply cared for. 

Now, I don’t want to minimize how very challenging confronting our anxiety can be, but do want to emphasize that we are all capable of confronting it.  Start by getting connected with good supports, such as friends, physicians or counsellors.  Then, once you feel ready, start walking towards those alarms, and explore with kindness – what all the commotion is about.  I promise - you are worthy of the time and attention.  And in time, this will lead to greater self-awareness, self-acceptance and ultimately, self-care.

I’m passionate about my work and am privileged to support those living with anxiety.  

If you’re interested in exploring yourself or your anxiety, and would like to schedule an appointment, please feel free to contact me at adeacon17@gmail.com.

The Heart of the Matter

Years ago I was backpacking, my head in the clouds and my heart heavy.  Happy to be seeing the world, but confused about what it all meant.  My mother had died a few months earlier, I was halfway through chiropractic college, and I was at a crossroads - closing one chapter, soon to begin another. Wandering the world for a few months seemed appropriate. One night in Tiberias, a lovely town in northern Israel, I had a long conversation with someone I had just met.  He was a little older than me, a little more worldly, and while I can't remember his name or even much else about my stay in Tiberias, I remember how candidly he spoke when the subject of therapy came up - "therapy is a luxury - everyone should be lucky enough to be able to go".  I had only thought about therapy as an admission of weakness, it had never occurred to me that claiming this time to speak freely about yourself, to discover yourself, to even confront yourself - that this is brave, important and healthy work that we should honour ourselves with.
Fifteen years later I took the plunge (hey - change doesn't come easy for me, but I'm finally working on it!) and started seeing a therapist. I found a good fit, and I look forward to my sessions as a chance to clear my head, understand myself better and make positive changes in my life. I never want to be in my own way, and speaking with my therapist helps me break bad habits and patterns.
But enough about me - I'll save it for my session :)

Amy Deacon is a clinical social worker.  She joined our clinic this year and has been working with clients to make positive changes in their lives.  She is kind, empathetic and intelligent, and is passionate about her work. If you are interested in exploring any personal issues, I encourage you to meet with Amy personally.  All appointments are strictly confidential, and she may be reached directly: adeacon17 at gmail.com


Guest Post by Amy Deacon, Clinical Social Worker

We go to physicians to examine our bodies; dentists to inspect our teeth; chiropractors to explore the curvature in our spines – but what about our hearts?  When was the last time your heart had a check up?  When I speak of heart, I'm referring to the centre of you as a person; the space where you express and experience emotion, affection, enthusiasm and spirit.  It’s an important question, as it is only when there is a healthy flow within our hearts that we can truly be at our best.  Let me explain, when our hearts are healthy, we have space for our emotions to flow with ease; energy for the things that matter most; and perspective to appreciate the lives we have.

The flow within our hearts helps determine our ability to be present in relationships, focused at work and responsive to our mental, emotional and physical needs.  However, for many of us, having a healthy flow can be a daily struggle.  Throughout life, we experience betrayal and regret, frustration and anger, sadness and loss – many of which are normal parts of life.  However, when such experiences remain unresolved, we risk creating a ‘build up’, which blocks the flow of our hearts.  As such, genuine feelings of love and happiness are difficult to experience because we're clogged with lingering resentment, anger,guilt and fear.  This lack of flow can stifle our most important relationships with our partners, families, colleagues, and most importantly, ourselves.

If this is something you relate with, please know you are not alone.  All of us experience chapters in our lives in which we feel our hearts are blocked.  And the good news is that there is so much you can do to get your heart flowing as it is meant to.  Connecting with a therapist, joining a support group or spending quality time with those closest to you are great ways of mending your heart. As a therapist, my work is to help individuals safely explore the contents of one’s heart, including both your strengths, as well as those areas that are in need of restoration. Remember – your heart is the most central part of who you are, so do take the time to check in, and give it the attention it so deserves.

ChiroGanda

There are some skeletons in my clinic closets. Sure, some are teaching models, there are a few loose vertebra tucked here and there, and more ominously there are a few real live- er, dead, bones on a shelf. Well, where would you put them?
You see, this clinic was once run by a different chiropractor. And left me a few treasures, aside from dead bodies. I have pamphlets from days of chiropractic yore, before stock images or even basic drawing skills.  Allow me to present a few, in all their glory.  Consider this the first in a series!

• It's your back...

... and it is your bum!
Who drew this? More important, who modeled for this? Is this supposed to be a warning? It's your back... Keep it healthy, OR YOU COULD LOOK LIKE THIS!
Was it really necessary to have a nude model? I'm no prude, but the tushie is distracting me.

•  whoneedsagraphicdesigner?

Can't draw a person? Don't worry, a crude squiggle for a head and spine is fine. You don't even need a nose! Don't worry about fonts or spacing either. Just squish it all together at the top. Off to the printer!

• Masha and Dasha... huh??

When you think of chiropractic, you probably think of low back pain, and Masha and Dasha the Siamese twins.
No?
I wanna know who authorized this pamphlet. What intern created this? Who got fired? What chiropractor, trying to find material to help his patients understand the importance of spinal care, thought this brochure would clear up anything?

And there you have it. Stay tuned for more outdated chiroganda!

Mia has a shopping problem and we are all stronger for it

Mia Rapoport is an amazing pilates instructor.  Her instruction is clear, her class pace is upbeat and steady, and she leads with precision and intent - from one exercise smoothly into the next.  One minute you are raising a leg thinking 'duh, this is easy!'; blink, and your legs are hooked into straps and it looks more '50 shades of grey' than 'pilates' but wow, do your abs burn and wow, 'you're doing it!'.

Magic happens in this studio. 

Mia's class is ever changing, and she loves to mix it up with props, or as I call them, pilates toys.  A few months back she was really excited about circles - "you can put your feet in them!" she gushed.  "Look at this move!"  Then just last week she bought more circles.  "These are different circles" she explained, but I could only hear myself when I justify another pair of black boots.  "My other ones are fancy fancy, and these ones are casual fancy.  Totally different."

The point is, I don't have a shopping addiction (and my new boots are perfect with jeans) and Mia does.  Lucky for us, her pilates disciples, she buys a lot of toys for us to use.  

Here are some of Mia's recent purchases:

A Basket of Balls!  Hand-held weighted balls to add resistance to arm exercises.  Like last season's waxed jeans, I haven't seen these used a lot lately.  They are satisfying to hold though and add just the right amount of weight to make a simple move challenging!   

A Yoga Brick.  Ya, a regular old yoga brick.  Seems the same in function to the purple ones we have already, so I don't understand why Mia bought this one...maybe it is a black boot thing?

Circles.  Mia loves her circles.  She uses them to stretch our hamstrings, to keep our arms and 'armpit' muscles engaged while challenging the core muscles, and to guide us in difficult core work.  Mia recently expanded her circle inventory, adding heavier but more flexible circles that work us differently, so says she.  

Smushy Balls.  Deflated like my ego when I try to copy one of Mia's acrobatic reformer moves. Half inflated (or half deflated depending on your outlook?) balls are an amazing tool for guiding you into the perfect abdominal crunch. 

Balls are more smushed than they appear in this picture. 

Bumpy Blue pillow.  This looks like a cross between a torture device and a whoopee cushion.  But it changes your abdominal work in a major way!  And you can blame any funny noises on the pillow. 

Spinny Discs. Ok, you get to a point where it seems like someone is just making this stuff up.  Wooden circles (more circles) that you stand on and... spin? Rotate? At first Mia made me stand on them while moving my hips, feeeeeling my femurs move in their sockets.  The other day she made me do a plank with my hands on them.  And then made me spin.  It was hard, and I deserved a treat afterwards.  

Mia's most recent acquisition is weighted bean bags.  Mia has been checking the front desk every day for her weighted bean bag shipment, which she claims will revolutionize your pilates practice. And I don't doubt they will!

These pilates toys don't come cheap, and it is a testament to Mia's dedication to YOUR body that she continues to invest in her inventory.  She has only suggested once or twice that a renovation to enlarge the studio would be a good idea, and we've managed to distract her from that notion.  In the meantime - come and play with us!

Pilatify with Mia and her toys!  

GUEST POST: Anthony D'Urzo RMT on maintaining your body as well as your car.

Anthony D'Urzo, RMT, has some thoughts about how we treat our bodies vs our vehicles.  Clearly, he has not seen the state of my car, but in theory he's spot on, and you should all take his advice.  And then book a series of treatments with him, because the man has magic hands.  

ARE YOUR TREATING YOUR CAR BETTER THAN YOUR BODY?

Anthony D’Urzo

Look how well maintained Anthony's car is!

Oil changes, washes, winter tires…. more preventative and maintenance measures for your car than yourself!??  As a Registered Massage Therapist I have been shaking my head over this observation for years. When it comes to our bodies, why do we wait until there’s a problem to get care?  Why aren’t we more pre-emptive when it comes to our health?

Don’t get me wrong, life is unpredictable and sometimes things happen that require more immediate action: waking up with a crick in the neck, pulling a muscle in your back while shoveling snow, or spraining your ankle chasing after the dog.  But when that is not the case and you are running smoothly why not keep it that way and be more proactive rather than reactive. Should we not strive to maintain and promote health in our body like we do with our cars?

Where do I fit in? –I work on your physical health and stress levels.  Massage therapy can assist with circulation, keep muscles flexible, and improve the motion of your joints, which all aids in the prevention of physical injuries. In addition, coming in for preventative treatment allots you time within your busy schedule to relax and switch off. The mentally restorative quality of massage therapy is equally as important for maintaining your health.

So bring your body in for a massage therapy tune-up.  You go for an oil change every 10,000 kilometers – why not a massage every month?  Book your “service appointments” staggered throughout the year and make a commitment to your body.

We only get one body for this lifetime, there are no trade-ins!