I'm not a doctor. I just read the studies they never explain to you.
Two years ago a tackle box on a Maine dock put me flat on my back. No good answers followed. So I went looking for them the same way I spent thirty years reading company books.
One honest, sourced, low-risk thing to understand or do. Every single day.
No miracle cures. No vague promises. No products to sell. Just what the research actually says, written in plain English by someone who has been in the same chair you are sitting in right now.
I went at my back the same way I once went at a balance sheet.
I spent thirty years as a financial analyst. I got good at one thing: separating what is actually true from what someone wants me to believe. When four specialists gave me nothing useful, my wife Carol said: stop suffering and start researching.
So I read the real studies. Cochrane reviews. JAMA trials. American College of Physicians guidelines. I ignored the supplement sellers. I tested what the evidence supported on myself, one thing at a time. Some worked. Some did not. All of it was honest.
I am not a doctor. I say so in every issue. But I read the same studies your doctor is too busy to explain, and I write them up five mornings a week.
