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I have always had "great" posture, yet over the last 10 years or so I have been having pain in my lower back when I bent over. I went to doctors, chiropractors, and acupuncturists...but the relief was minimal. Little did I know that my "good posture" was not correct posture (too forward, and pelvis tucked the way I learned in ballet). After reading this book I started walking, sitting, and sleeping the way she recommends. Within less than a month the pain I had when bending over was GONE!
Thank you Esther.
This was purchased for my 13 year old daughter. She has tried everything including proactive, prescription topical medication, prescription pills plus anything and everything you could buy at the drug store. It has been 4 weeks and every day is a little better than the day before. Her break outs were so bad that it looked painful. Her cheeks, chin and forehead were covered with break outs. Now she just has some scarring that will need time to heal. But she no longer wears make up because her face is clear enough to not need it.
I finally read this book two decades after it was first written. I know realize how much it has effected our culture. Now, instead of wishing to avoid "pretend marriage" of two kids dating with no real commitment behind it, many people go out on dates as groups. Much of what was criticized in this book has found footing in our culture.
I purchased this product to power the flux capacitor in my Time Machine. It easily reaches the 1.21 jig-a-watts necessary for accurate time travel.
It is a very simple buying process and arrives in the mail quickly. I only wish the company included a big yellow suit and gloves necessary to open the product.
Anyways, I have to end this review. I need to visit my mailman in the hospital, he mysteriously developed cancer.
Why would complaining about your bill to the garbage company cause you to disappear? Whose bones are in the bag? How do you get an angry midget out of your apartment? Why doesn't Stephanie go all out for that very sexy man? Will Grandma open the lid on the casket? Only in the Trenton of Janet Evanovich would such questions arise. Janet does it again with this laugh-out-loud mixture of mystery, mayhem, and masculine pulchritude.