Last summer, I’m playing beach volleyball at Sea Girt Beach, having a great time, when I go for this spectacular dive to save a point. Looked awesome, felt like a hero for about two seconds, then tried to get up and my back said “nope.” I’m lying there in the sand thinking, great, now what? Do I call a chiropractor or a physical therapist? Honestly had no idea. My neighbor Susan swore by her chiropractor…
I messed up my back last spring trying to move furniture by myself. Smart, right? Figured I could save the delivery fee and handle it myself. Three hours later I’m flat on my living room floor wondering what went wrong with my life choices. Spent the next two months going to different doctors who kept handing me muscle relaxers and telling me to rest. Easy for them to say – try explaining to your boss…
Back pain sucks. One minute you’re fine, next minute you can barely move. Happens when you’re doing something stupid like lifting a bag of dog food wrong, or something totally normal like getting out of bed. I’ve been there. Threw my back out reaching for a coffee mug once. Couldn’t turn my head for three days. Felt like an idiot. Most people just tough it out or eat Advil like candy. Sometimes that works, sometimes…
Look, if you live in Sea Girt and you’re not dealing with some kind of ache or pain from staying active, you’re probably not trying hard enough. This place turns everyone into weekend warriors, and weekend warriors get hurt. It’s just what happens when you spend all week sitting at a desk then try to play like you’re still twenty-five. I’ve been through this whole cycle myself – waking up one Monday morning barely able…
Okay, real talk. Your back is killing you, isn’t it? And I bet someone – maybe your doctor, maybe that know-it-all aunt – has already mentioned the S-word. Surgery. Just hearing it makes your stomach drop, right? Listen, I’ve been there. Not literally, but I’ve watched enough people go through this nightmare to know exactly what you’re thinking right now. You’re probably googling “back surgery recovery time” at 2 AM, scaring yourself with horror stories,…
My back went out last Tuesday while I was putting on socks. Not lifting furniture, not playing sports—socks. I stood there, frozen at a 45-degree angle in my boxers, wondering if this was how I’d be found when I didn’t show up for work. After shuffling to my phone like a broken robot, I had two numbers pulled up: Dr. Stevens, my chiropractor, and Lisa, the acupuncturist my sister swears by. Staring at both contacts,…
I spent two years bouncing between different treatments for my neck and shoulder pain, trying everything from massage therapy to physical therapy to just loading up on ibuprofen and hoping for the best. Each approach helped a little, but nothing really stuck. Then my acupuncturist casually mentioned that a lot of her patients also saw a chiropractor, and maybe I should consider it. Honestly, I was skeptical. I’d always thought of these as completely different…
Three years ago, I wouldn’t have believed a subtle movement in my spine could transform my existence. The migraines that had become my unwelcome companion since college, the shooting pain between my shoulder blades that introduced itself during my thirties, and the persistent hip tension that arrived after my second child – I had accepted these as my body’s background noise. Permanent. Unchangeable. Until a chance conversation with a colleague led me down a path…
Four years ago, I stood in my bathroom, hesitating before stepping on the scale that had become my emotional tormentor. After decades of weight whiplash—losing thirty pounds, gaining forty, losing twenty, gaining thirty—I was exhausted. Not just physically, but soul-deep tired of the cycle. That morning marked the beginning of my surrender to a humbling truth: my all-or-nothing approach to nutrition wasn’t just failing me; it was actively making things worse. What followed wasn’t another…
Remember when you could spring out of bed without that familiar twinge in your lower back? Or when you could garden for hours without your knees protesting the next day? Our bodies speak to us through discomfort, but too often we’ve grown accustomed to living with these everyday pains rather than addressing their root causes. After struggling with my own movement issues for years—cycling through temporary fixes that never quite stuck—I’ve discovered that lasting relief…