Health (Lifestyle)

The Road Less Traveled

A Journey Through Holistic Healing and Alternative Spa Treatments

In a world filled with taxing stressors like the war in Iraq, rising interest rates and the constant letdown of Arizona Cardinals’ football, sometimes you need something that can’t be found at the bottom of a bottle to take the edge off. Since the majority of the nonalcoholic alternatives are illegal in 49 states (God bless Texas), I decided to let the guided hand of holistic healing try to relieve the holiday stress. Four intriguing procedures later and here’s what I found.

Cupping
This procedure aims to help blood flow and circulation by meticulously placing three inch suction cups all over the back, neck and shoulders while soothing meditation music plays in the background. Though the idea of jamming miniaturized plungers over the tense areas of my torso didn’t seem to be relaxing, I was proven wrong, as I often am in life, when the 30-minute session re-invigorated my being.

The price of pleasure was, however, paid esthetically as I sported several perfectly circular bruises all over my body for a few days after the session. Like a warrior after battle or athlete in the post-game interview, I wore them with pride and ended my unusual week at the spa with a little less tension and a lot more insight into holistic healing.
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Herbal Body Wrap
Being tightly wrapped in a dampened, softscented sheet like a caterpillar in a moist cocoon, I was rendered motionless for the better part of an hour while the sweet sounds of raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens echoed through the room.

Sweating away the majority of the water I had recently become “at one with” during the
Shamanistic crystal treatment, I began feeling woozy and entered a state of paranormal
journeying. While I don’t recommend hallucinating on a weekday, I will admit that the image of Dave Coulier fighting the Easter bunny certainly helped to pass the time. In case anyone
was wondering, the Easter bunny knocked out Uncle Joey in the middle of the seventh round
with a mean jab to the temple.

Once I was unwrapped and coherent, I came to the stark realization that I had lost 7 pounds.
Remembering that its not quite prom season and bathing suit weather is still three months away, this was not good news for me. On a good day I rival Calista Flockhart’s manliness and was once mistaken for the lead singer of BB Mak on the subway. Though my grandma would jump at the chance for anorexia, I was 2 pounds away from being sponsored by UNICEF for 79 cents and a bowl of rice per day.
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