It's a fantastic read, a moving and emotional memoir of Gottlieb's experiences as a therapist, and also with a therapist. It humanizes both the job anIt's a fantastic read, a moving and emotional memoir of Gottlieb's experiences as a therapist, and also with a therapist. It humanizes both the job and the field, which is strange to say because it's ostensibly human services, but so much of it is run through the clinical ringer and mutilated by the demands of insurance companies that it can feel distant and transactional. In this book, she talks about her own human experiences, the clients she likes and dislikes, her difficulty managing her own transference and countertransference, and the places in which her own therapist forays into the unorthodox.
Also, Gottlieb is credible as both a therapist and a patient, because she is an accomplished clinician and writer while, at the same, being nuttier than squirrel shit. The decisions she makes will have your skin crawling. Baffling, but, once again, highly human. Mandatory reading for anyone in psychology, whether you're on the couch or facing it....more
The reviews are flaying these guys. I really liked the book! You'll notice I gAbsolutely on the way to get booktubed on http://YouTube.com/@Bucksbooks
The reviews are flaying these guys. I really liked the book! You'll notice I gave it four stars. I would have given it five stars, if not for one thing: Ryan Nicodemus.
A lot of the reviews don't buy that Millburn was being authentic. I think we can all agree that he is a con man, yes. He's made a killing off of minimalism, literally selling more of less, and now he gets to travel around writing books about writing books and how having sex with small-town Montana girls is beneath him. But just because he's locked in his hustle doesn't mean everything he's saying is a lie, and if they are, they're convincing lies! He waxed poetic for the majority of the book, but the majority of the book was intended to be a memoir addressing his mental health issues, whether he realizes they're mental health issues or not. The minimalism turned out to be a coping skill, and a means of sublimating his people-pleasing and workaholism into something healthier and more balanced.
It seems to me, whether he cut himself for authentic reasons or for performative reasons, he's bleeding for real. He's pouring his heart out in this book, and he's a capable writer, which shows that by recalibrating his life in service of the writing, he's doing something right.
Then his douchebag friend shows up with his low-hanging fruit "quips" denaturing any heartfelt expression Millburn was building toward. And these jokes aren't even funny! He's just there to say "wow that was cringe!" or imply that his buddy is gay. It's petty and middle-school, and it's got no place in a memoir about the dude's alcoholic mother or his grief following her death. I don't understand why he was in the book at all. He added nothing to it, and actively detracted from what was there.
As far as the message couched in the trauma, simplification will change your life. It made me think about my own relationship with stuff, and how I've accumulated more trinkets than I actually want. Trinkets and appliances. I'm in the process of cleaning house now, and I'm realizing I don't really need things like a toaster because I haven't made toast in months. What, in case I decide to make toast someday? I barely eat bread. I have six butcher knives and I use two of them. Why do I have four more? They're not even sharp! I have five guitars in my living room. One is a beautiful JS-22 electric guitar, one is a full size acoustic Fender, and one is a Squier Jazz Bass. That covers all your bases.
I also have a red electric guitar that I ordered from China for $89 ten years ago, its fretboard is all grimed up, and its so cheap it doesn't even have a manufacturer's name. And a 3/4 size acoustic with nylon strings, also brandless, that I got from a thrift store. It plays like shit!
This book made me realize that there is no reason for me to keep the last two. There's no reason for me to keep a lot of things that were just taking up space in my house. I haven't watched TV of my own volition in years. Why would I have a TV? What is my life actually for, and what do I want to spend it doing?
It was a good book. Don't listen to the haters. Ryan Nicodemus is included in "the haters". Edit him out, and if you don't like what Josh Millburn is selling, you don't have to buy anything from him. This isn't about him, although the memoir is. This is about you....more
Pretty good book. Probably the best we have about BPD right now. Most of it is warnings and horror stories, but the actionable bit is the SETUP communPretty good book. Probably the best we have about BPD right now. Most of it is warnings and horror stories, but the actionable bit is the SETUP communication model.
SET is for Support, Empathy, and Truth. It's sort of a compliment sandwich managerial technique, but for when someone's yelling in your face.
1. Support - say something you both already know, like how you like the person who is yelling in your face, because when a borderliner has an emotional response they immediately lose object permanence. It's like that video where the girl goes "forget everything you know abo-" and then it cuts to the dude who makes an increasingly blank face. It's that, only instead of neutrality, it's rage.
2. Empathy - tell them how you're pretty sure they feel. "You've been dealing with a lot right now, and you must be exhausted and livid." This is horseshoes. You don't need to nail it, you just need to get close enough to show that you're trying. There's no guarantee they won't explode, but there are no guarantees anywhere in this life.
3. Truth - the gentlest reality check you can manage. "With those two things in mind, throwing knives out the car window at your mother is not the most effective way of communicating that you feel betrayed again. Like, don't get me wrong. It will communicate that. But we could also use breathing exercises, and maybe write a letter."
The UP stands for Understanding and Perseverance, which warns you that this method may not work every time, so stay frosty. However, it will work more often and more effectively than whatever you've been doing up until this point, and might reduce the chance of getting drive-by knifed out a car window....more
Not the best written book, more a collection of lists than anything else, but still an important book about a prevalent concept that gets no recognitiNot the best written book, more a collection of lists than anything else, but still an important book about a prevalent concept that gets no recognition in most psych circles....more
A really solid read. A productive and direct means of addressing health anxiety and hypochondria, as well as non-judgmentally connecting it with chronA really solid read. A productive and direct means of addressing health anxiety and hypochondria, as well as non-judgmentally connecting it with chronic conditions and emphasizing the role of the mind, framing, and stress management.
I think the best part was early on, when he laid medicine bare: A doctor doesn't give a shit if it's not cancer, heart disease, or infection. If you come in with symptoms and it's not one of those immediate emergencies, you are moved to the back burner and dealt with eventually, unless you get impatient and leave. And if you can leave, then hey! Looks like they were right.
He goes on to say that symptoms =/= conditions. You can have a condition or a disease without having any symptoms, as in the case of the 30% of people with bulged or herniated disks who experience no back pain whatsoever, and never would've found out about the issues in their spine if they hadn't stumbled on it during routine checkups or looking at something else.
And you can have symptoms without a condition. This is huge. Sometimes, you just have symptoms. Sometimes you have a runny nose and it's because you have a runny nose. Sometimes, things bleed for no reason. If you ask WebMD, that's boneworms, that's gooch cancer, you're cooked dude. You've got 2 weeks to live. If you ask a real doctor, they say, "Huh! Weird! Well, sometimes there's blood! You know how it is, containing blood."
We vastly overestimate the capacity of medical professionals. Medicine is an idiot science. Barbers were bleeding people until the mid 1920s. All the medicine you know of today is around a century old, and there haven't been all that many huge advances in it outside of antibiotics and the polio vaccine. That doesn't apply to most other vaccines, lest we forget.
Doctors are trained as interventionists. You come to them, and they give you pills, or they do some cutting. That's what they're for. If you bring them a problem that does not involve pills or cutting, the doctors are going to say, "Huh! Weird!" And probably recommend you see a psychiatrist.
And as fucked as it is, they're still usually right, because you literally cannot conceive of how many psychogenic symptoms a body can engineer. Anxiety alone, you're looking at tachycardia, brain fog, musculoskeletal malfunction, nausea, vomiting, indigestion, constipation, sweating, dry heaves, nutrient malabsorption, insomnia, panic attacks, seizures. Full on seizures. You live like that for a few weeks and the body gets run down, things can start to fail. You have vitamin deficiencies, fainting spells, psychosis. And pain. Pain everywhere, worse and worse.
And the truly insidious part is, you can get these things by worrying that you'll get these things. No physical cause to it, but one hell of a physical effect.
On a long enough timeline, it can kill. I worked with a hypochondriac who wound up dying from it. A psychotherapist, ironically enough. She had been self-medicating with over the counter stomach medication because her "doctors didn't listen to her" when she came in complaining of constant tummy troubles. The medicines she took and the quantity she took them in, in conjunction with stress-induced GERD, chewed a hole in her stomach lining. She didn't notice the difference since her stomach always hurt, and on the day she died she refused to go to the hospital because "I don't have health insurance and I'm not going to pay out of pocket for them to do nothing".
Chilling last words, in retrospect.
Health anxiety is not having anything wrong, but believing something is wrong so hard that something becomes wrong. This is vindicating for the victim, because when something is finally wrong, they get to yell, "I told you I was sick!"
And, sure, they were, after a fashion. That's what makes this book so important. This six-week method reduces the severity of the health anxiety. It lets these people back off their identification with their constant parade of pain and misery, it unclots the offices of various medical specialists (who have just been charging their insurance and shrugging at them anyway), and it allows them to be accountable for administering their own reality check, so there isn't the defensive doubling-down on how sick they truly were all along.
My mother died of cancer. They gave her weeks, and she made it decades. She beat it twice. The chemo always beat her up worse than the disease itself, but right to the end, she maintained optimism and a fairly high quality of life. A disease doesn't guarantee symptoms, symptoms don't guarantee a disease, and neither dictate an individual's response. If you wallow about your symptoms, whether there's a disease underlying them or not, they will become worse, and you will become more miserable.
So put in your six weeks. Do the work and take back your life....more
Distractions aren't fun. Fun is immersive and requires connection, spontaneity, and creativity. If you are doing something that you think is fun, and Distractions aren't fun. Fun is immersive and requires connection, spontaneity, and creativity. If you are doing something that you think is fun, and it's missing those components, you are wrong.
There's a mild caveat for things you enjoy doing alone but Price maintains that those aren't fun so much as a synonym for fun like "diverting". Her distinction is drawn along the lines of real fun and fake fun. Real fun is when you're having a peak experience, when you hit you a flow state. It often occurs because you suspended your tendency to harsh self-judgment and just booled out with some friends doing something goofy. Fake fun is doomscrolling or playing Vidya.
I would argue that real fun can be temporarily achieved playing Vidya with the homies, but that gives way to fake fun pretty quickly. ...more
A beautiful book about trauma. Doc Akhtar survived plenty, and the animals she talks about are usually going through their own. Our emotional experienA beautiful book about trauma. Doc Akhtar survived plenty, and the animals she talks about are usually going through their own. Our emotional experiences are more alike than they are different, and this has compelled the good doctor to become an outspoken animal activist and vegetarian. ...more
The Nordic art of hiking without exerting yourself. It's also OK to exert yourself while hiking. You can roll around in the woods and base jump and fiThe Nordic art of hiking without exerting yourself. It's also OK to exert yourself while hiking. You can roll around in the woods and base jump and fistfight an ocelot if you want, but that's not friluftsliv. Friluftsliv is when you just kick it in the woods, wander around, look at some moss, maybe touch a mushroom. It's also when you camp on top of buildings. It's mostly just getting off your damn screens and going outside.
This is the kind of book that occupies real estate in the back of your head for the rest of your life.
Pi is a gentle, nebbish little fella who made peThis is the kind of book that occupies real estate in the back of your head for the rest of your life.
Pi is a gentle, nebbish little fella who made people pleasing an entire personality. He wants membership in all the big religions and he wants to hang out with every animal, though he gradually learns this is dangerous. Then he gets shipwrecked and stuck in a difficult to visualize lifeboat with a panoply of wild animals at fluctuating levels of potential lethality. Most of them die off except for a massive Bengal tiger named Richard Parker, who Pi tames through behaviorism and sheer blind stupid luck.
I'm not going to say where it goes from there, but if you haven't read this book, you gotta. The ending is mind-bending. Chuck Palahniuk WISHES. Can't recommend this read highly enough. The philosophy is succinctly communicated and, in my ever humble, inarguable. We get to choose, and if it doesn't change anything but how we feel, why wouldn't we choose the one that feels good? That one that feels beautiful and just and right, the one that gels with our evolutionary underpinnings as Jung's spiritual animal?
The truth is like a lion, so says St. Augustine. You don't gotta defend it, it'll defend itself. Tigers get like that, too....more
Love a book like this. It's an accessible, laymen's terms version of Spark by John Ratey. Here are the benefits of different kinds of exercise, and heLove a book like this. It's an accessible, laymen's terms version of Spark by John Ratey. Here are the benefits of different kinds of exercise, and here are how they routinely outperform medications. Take both. Double your pleasure. What's important is you get outside and get your ass around the block....more
Mediterranean diet shill. Let's get that out of the way.
Beyond that, most of the book was good. It was exhaustively researched and very specific to whMediterranean diet shill. Let's get that out of the way.
Beyond that, most of the book was good. It was exhaustively researched and very specific to whatever might ail you. Whole foods, minimal ingredients, avoid processed, watch your calories. That's the good.
Here's the bad. Cannot believe she actually pushed canola oil in the year of our lord 2024, as if it was a substitute for olive oil. Absolutely despicable. Get Doc Shanahan on the horn, it'll be on sight. Naidoo also didn't differentiate between actual red meat - you know, the only super food, containing every amino acid the human body needs, which she ABSOLUTELY knows as a psychiatrist/chef writing a book on the topic - and the euphemistic "red meat" they talk about in studies which are exclusively batter-dipped, deep fried Slim Jims. Baby and bathwater jettisoned clean out the airlock. So back to the old chestnut of eating fish, nuts, olive oil, and vegetables. Which is still pretty good. You could do worse than that.
She pussyfooted around saying carbs were bad, taking pains to specify that fat is ALSO bad and everything in moderation but carbs in more moderation than fat. She leaned heavy on the glycemic index as justification, which pretty much says to steer clear of carbs and stick with protein and fat since they tend not to stimulate the same glycemic response. She amended this by saying to avoid trans fats, "fats in fried foods" (which are also trans fats), and saturated fat. No citation given on what's wrong with saturated fat.
Can't hold that against her. She's just a doctor and she says herself that they don't get taught nutrition. That rat bastard Ancel Keys pushed the Seven Countries study in 1958, so we're looking at 66 years of propaganda predicated on the assumption that cholesterol of all kinds is a risk factor for heart disease. Plenty of good books on how that's a crock, so let's not clot up this review any further.
Also, at one point, she advocated for a "high protein, low fat, low carb" diet? What the hell is that? You mean rabbit starvation?
She seems like a good clinician, and I'm sure she had the best intentions. Anyone who says "the Western diet is poison" is an ally by technicality. Still, she's talking out of both sides of her mouth. You can't advise keeping GI load low and insist on hearty doses of whole grains. That's God and mammon both, lady. Pick a lane....more
When you're in the hospital and someone dies, they take you to a bookshelf full of stuffed animals and dozens of copies of this book. I didn't expect When you're in the hospital and someone dies, they take you to a bookshelf full of stuffed animals and dozens of copies of this book. I didn't expect much of it, but it was exactly what I needed in that moment.
She talks about how grief utterly dispatches your world. Shatters it into nothingness and leaves you standing there alone, watching the pieces blow about in the wind. That's about the size of it. There's nothing anyone can do or say, and eventually it becomes manageable, but that eventually is a long way off and until then it is decidedly not manageable.
The necessity of this book is that it normalizes what feels like the apocalypse. Yes, it is the end of the world. No, you're not being dramatic. Yes, you're supposed to be a useless wreck. No, nothing will help. That's your life for a while. Not forever. But for a while. Take your time, feel what you have to feel, and talk about it constantly.
Mandatory reading. You're going to lose someone someday. Read this before, or you'll have to read it after. ...more
Easily the best depression book I've ever read, a title previously held by Tyson Fury's "The Fury Method", and dubiously.
Terry talks about generationaEasily the best depression book I've ever read, a title previously held by Tyson Fury's "The Fury Method", and dubiously.
Terry talks about generational trauma and the developmental holes our fathers inherited from our grandpas, and obliviously passed right on down the line. There aren't a lot of popular books about depression in men, because it usually turns into anger, antisocial behavior, addiction, or some combination of the three, each of which seems more immediately pressing.
He sees addressing the addiction as the first step to addressing the depression, which is beautifully insightful and probably why I found this book laying around at the rehab. That's best practices, if someone comes in dual diagnosis and it's possible to tease the diagnoses apart, you get them sober and then send them to for psych treatment. The Terry Method works the same way, getting sobriety on the table so the patient doesn't flee from whatever emotional sequence he's been trying to flee from his entire life, then doing roleplay-heavy family trauma work to name and face the demons in front of God and everybody. If you're reliving your father's physical abuse in front of your children with a therapist cheering you on until everybody bursts into tears, you sweep away the Miracle Gro substrate of secrecy, silence, and judgment that shame needs to thrive. No more shame, no more running, and soon the fog begins to lift.
This should be mandatory reading for anyone in the social sciences. We could be literally saving lives with this....more
Doc Mate weaves a compelling and compassionate narrative about his work with the dregs of society, humanizing a population most of us absently write oDoc Mate weaves a compelling and compassionate narrative about his work with the dregs of society, humanizing a population most of us absently write off as having lost or sacrificed their humanity. He identifies with them, despite the fact his drug of choice is buying Mozart CDs, which is the dweebiest thing I've ever heard. Imagine meeting a fent addict whose legs are rotting off to the point of amputation from horse tranquilizer intake and being like, "I get it. I spent $8000 on The Complete Works of Beethoven last week :( ".
Still, it's compulsive and actively detrimental to his life, he does a bunch of irresponsible and sneaky junkie shit to protect his addiction, and he overreacts when it's rationally challenged. His shins may not be festering, and he may not be out there trading de bussy for DeBussy, but his habits meet clinical diagnostic criteria.
Between that and his repeatedly flashing his official ADHD club card (which most of us forget to renew annually) gives him the cred necessary to speak both professionally and personally on the process of addiction, its underpinnings, and its treatment.
It also brought me around to harm reduction. Yes, the onus of personal responsibility falls on the sufferer, no one can get you sober but you, etc. But you gotta be doing the work and that means having access to work and if the rat studies have taught us anything, it's that you recreationally blast holes in your body and brain because you have nothing better to do, little access to the resources that would let you win this fight, a barren overcrowded Home Cage and, breaking the analogy, trauma and/or disordered attachment.
Most of the damage is done by the illegality of it. Drugs don't make addicts, horror makes addicts, and the people suffer and rob and kill and die trying to stay in the shadows and make enough money to feed their head, or to feed the thing that keeps their head silent. Decriminalizing every goddamn thing and setting up safe injection sites has been conclusively proven, in these pinko Scandinavian countries, to reduce addiction in the country, produce more positive outcomes, and take a huge chunk out of both violent and nonviolent crime. Extending the influence beyond the immediate, cartel strangleholds will be broken across the world since the bigger, better armed gangsters of the US Government could tax and regulate the import of these drugs publicly. It would probably be a big step toward resolving income disparity, since entire neighborhoods would benefit from the many "harmless drug users" staying at home, not mugging people, and becoming quasi functional members of society. Methadone, but for everything. It's not a perfect solution, but if a longtime addict has guaranteed daily methadone or subs, he's a lot less likely to break your window and steal your TV than the guy who needs to buy a fix off the street in the next three hours of he's gonna start sweating blood and vomiting diarrhea.
I digress. This is among the best books on addiction I ever read. The only criticism I can level against the good doctor is he's so damned long-winded, but given the length and increasingly graphic imagery of this review, I'll keep my stones squirreled away in the hemp kit-box, deep within my glass house....more
This is handy book because, instead of saying "there are thousands of studies that document the benefits of meditJust feed the damn good wolf already.
This is handy book because, instead of saying "there are thousands of studies that document the benefits of meditation on mental well-being and the eventual structural changes it causes in the brain", you can say, "and they're all collated in Buddha's Brain". ...more
Lanier is a techie experiencing a moment of Victor Frankenstein "My God What Have I Done" revelation at how he and his wretched ilk have built the titLanier is a techie experiencing a moment of Victor Frankenstein "My God What Have I Done" revelation at how he and his wretched ilk have built the titular Torture Sphere from the groundbreaking cautionary novel "Do Not Build the Torture Sphere". To his credit, he's more likable than Victor Frankenstein, but so are many types of cancer.
Though he never explicitly says the word "sheeple", he strongly and constantly implies it. The machines programmed by the despicable Cryptonomicon technocrats are now programming the normies and, at a slight delay, also the technocrats. It's like an ouroborous, but the snake somehow eats its own head.
The solution is basic and obvious. Quit it. Get off social media. It's poison, you're the product, it saps your motivation, it radicalizes you into something stupid and short-sighted against your will, it steals your creativity, it turns your attention into ad revenue and replaces it a la Indiana Jones with a big burlap sack full of mental illness.
Four stars because he's right. It's making us less human. It's behavior modification, it's a Skinner box that never gives you a reward and it's ruining your brain. One star off because he's cringe. Don't let that stop you from reading it, though. You've read and enjoyed a lot of books by authors who are cringe....more
Martha Stout is one of the authors who got me into psychology in the first place. She's only gotten better since then. The Sociopath Next Door was a mMartha Stout is one of the authors who got me into psychology in the first place. She's only gotten better since then. The Sociopath Next Door was a masterpiece but this one somehow improved on it, fleshing out the conflict (because it is a conflict) with surprisingly immersive narrative vignettes to illustrate what sociopathy really looks like.
This is sort of a specialized field guide, too. What to do if you encounter a sociopath: in court, at work, or as your own child. I especially liked her take on the difference between sociopaths and narcissists. Maybe she'll write a book about narcissists next. They'd love that.
Welp, I've given 5 stars to all three of her books that I've read. I'd be remiss if I didn't read the other one....more
I didn't know Carl had it in him. I liked the Cosmos series as much as the next pseudo-intellectual who wasted their teens and twenties red-eyed in a I didn't know Carl had it in him. I liked the Cosmos series as much as the next pseudo-intellectual who wasted their teens and twenties red-eyed in a cocoon of Zebra Cake wrappers, but I never really sat down and read one of his books. That's changing.
This was everything I liked about Species by Harari with everything cringe-inducing excised. Carl opens up with a brief history of the entire planet. His evocative descriptions of meteorites blasting the planet and glaciers falling from the sky set the scene for a sudden and unexplained 4 billion year jump to the life of Charles Darwin. From there, the narrative kind of weaves back and forth, eventually correcting its course to the dawn of man and our many similarities with animals.
Each chapter was fantastic, though some felt like they were just kind of slapped in there. The whole chimpanzee gang-war narrative, which I originally thought was an excerpt from the Outsiders until we got to all the fuck-words and placatory penis-stroking, came entirely out of left field and really would have benefited from a single italicized sentence of explanation.
Eventually the Geiger counter tottering resolved into a lancelike thrust into the idea that we're no different from animals, and baby, let me tell you something: I love when a book resolves into the idea that we're no different from animals. We're not! Morris calls us the naked ape but we're not even all the way hairless! We eat fruit and throw missiles and form strategic alliances for political self-advancement and have suspiciously large polygynous genitalia (some of us more than others). Elephants worship the moon, monkeys with walnut-sized brains have distinct calls to differentiate between types of predator and the response that the entire colony will then take. Very few animals engage in bloodshed when a harmless dominance display will do, especially as brain size and complexity increases. Even crows use tools.
There's nothing to distinguish us. We can placatorily penis-stroke all the we want about the accomplishments of civilization, but the animals have language, religion, tools, fundamental morality, foreplanning, higher reasoning, and, according to how it shows up in the brain scanners and hormone tests, love. We're not special. We just have a head start.
Ain't NOTHIN', fellas. We're meat from the ground. The good news is, we're not alone. SETI can pack it up, we don't need to find intelligent life, we need to admit we're not that much more intelligent than the animals we share space with. Especially given our insistence on ruining that space for everybody. At least you can train a dog not to shit on the carpet.
Love this book, and all books like it. I recognized every name-drop Williams did. Every work cited in the text, I had already read, which is probably Love this book, and all books like it. I recognized every name-drop Williams did. Every work cited in the text, I had already read, which is probably why Goodreads kicked me toward this one next.
It's another one of those sitting is killing you books, great for confirming pre-established biases but with the caveat of taking it a few steps further. I've been recommending martial arts to my trauma patients for years. It might seem like common sense, but I was following a hunch, between the success of somatics in trauma treatment and the benefits you see in ADHD kids who buckle down into a well-structured martial arts program, both as an outlet for their excess energy and as a means of familiarizing themselves with consistency. Williams finally matched me with the studies and theorists that agree, kickboxing is the next best thing for a recovering PTSD patient, right after dancing.
Dancing is the best thing you can do for your mental health. There's probably some deep evolutionary or Jungian reason for that, but it doesn't matter. What matters is if you have PTSD, it's time to go to Zumba. Full stop. You're not gonna beat dancing in terms of empirically demonstrable positive mental (and, to a lesser extent, physical) health outcomes and you have to stop trying. But martial arts is a close second, and provides the benefit of empowerment in situations of conflict that you just don't get from dancing. Unless it's capoeira.
This strikes me as intuitive, because in most cases, what makes trauma so traumatic is the powerlessness you feel. If you know that you're capable of putting a potential assailant in a rear naked choke and killing them, it doesn't matter if you never have to prove that in real life. The carry-over into self-confidence and autonomy is going to be sufficient to drive your overall traumatic resiliency up a few notches.
The downside to this spectacular book, the New Testament addendum to Katy Bowman's initial gospel? Now I am moving at all times, and in stupid ways. Like an octopus rocked off stimulants. I'm bouncing off the walls. The wife says, "Can you stop shadowboxing everywhere in the house? It's making me nervous." Ableism, and flagrant. She maintains my spazzing out disease has gotten "much, much worse" since I stopped drinking coffee, and Caroline Williams has given me carte blanche to cartwheel around the yard right in front of God and Everybody.
Frig off dude. I'm moving my DNA.
As punchy a note as that would've been to end on, I've got to talk about the stretching. It turns out, stretching as hard as you can is NOT the best way to do it. You're supposed to half-ass the stretching, make it "gentle". That leads to greater relaxation and faster improvements in flexibility. Sort of like how you're not supposed to max out every time you lift, or you won't get stronger. Sort of like how zone 2 cardio is better for weight loss, recovery, energy recruitment, fat burning, and mitochondrial function than tempo runs or HIIT! Turns out, throwing 110% energy into everything you do DOESN'T help and in fact makes things worse.
Absolutely livid with this development, but it's nice to be informed....more
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