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BACK AGAIN

I went to my chiropractor for a followup to my serious visits 6 weeks ago (6 visits in two weeks to unkink a snarled back/hip/leg thing).

I got an adjustment and a small lecture about stretching.

He knew that I was less than religious about the stretching from my moans when he stretched my hamstrings and groans when he mashed my knees to my chest.

I nodded during the lecture. I agree that stretching will help a lot.

But, to me, stretching is like flossing my teeth.

I just do not do it.

My stretching aversion has not quite reached the militant level of my flossing.

For years, I have just told the dentists and hygienists who have served me well and valiantly, that I do not floss! Period.

The do the tsk tsk thing and then let me alone.

I hope to achieve this level of acceptance with my chiropractor. Maybe it will mean going every four weeks instead of six.

It is not that I cannot or am not willing to do it. I just don't think about it.

Three weeks ago, I had a bit of a relapse down there in back/hip/leg land and so I did the stretching for a couple of days and it worked.

I would do it again.

All I have to do is to remember to do it. And, if I remember it, take the time to act on the self reminder.

And maybe I will find a substitute. Instead of flossing, I took up stimudents. Picking my teeth in public. Now there is a new should or should not.

Maybe there is a stretching thing that I can do that will be memorable and satisfying enough to get me going. And something I can do in public!