Who: Me, of course
When: Friday @5:30ish
Where: My chiro’s office in the beach(es)
What: was I doing? getting my back cracked and my knee looked at. He knows it sometimes bugs me when I run.
Why… he felt the need to give me advice on my weight is BEYOND me.
See, my crazy chiro (who I know I have mentioned a couple of times before) likes knowing when I’m doing a big run, mostly so he can check on my knees.
“You had a race scheduled for just after you saw me last, right?”
I reply that I didn’t but I did have one coming up this week (UGH).
“Oh! Good. Have you been training? All ready to race?”
I laugh into the table, “Nope. I just get slower and slower and keep gaining weight.”
Apparently THAT was an invitation to sell me on a weight loss/cleanse/crap product that he sells.
I’ve noticed the bottles and bars on the receptionist’s counter, always giggling when I saw them thinking they really didn’t belong in an office that’s all about natural healing, etc. My chiro is WELL aware of my efforts in weight loss before, my success and my increase in exercise.
But off he went about toxins in my body, my body clinging to waste, making me crave bad foods and putting me on a cycle of yo-yo dieting that these products could cure.
In fact, I could lose up to 15 POUNDS IN NINE DAYS by using these cleansing products and exercising every day.
Uh…are you SURE it’s not the DAILY exercise and the MAJOR restrictions you’re putting on your caloric intake while you’re “cleansing” that are ACTUALLY making the difference?
I don’t drink my food, which is why I will never be a green monster convert, but limiting me to ONE meal a day of around 500 calories and making me just snack on almonds and apples at all other times would be more likely to increase my propensity to binge rather than just watching portions and choosing more whole foods.
I stood there giving him stink eye the whole time with my hands on my hips, but he wouldn’t give up.
“because you know, the less weight on your frame, the easier my job is to adjust you and keep you well.”
I wonder if his job would be easier with my foot up his…
Or perhaps I should just cleanse myself of him.