How I Cured My Chronic Lower Back Pain with Pantothenic Acid

A few months ago I got on a health kick and decided to lose 15 pound quickly. Now, I normally run a few miles a day anyway, but I decided at this point that I needed to really up my exercise regimen and do lots of floor exercises as well as weights in order to lose the weight fast.

I'm not sure exactly which new exercise did it to me, but I'm thinking it was the lunges--you know the ones where you alternately bend each leg and lunge forward on it, while curling weights with your arms. In my exuberance I guess I did a few too many. I think since I hadn't really warmed up maybe any would've been too many, but I just kept going-- all the while planning out my new regimen. I'd do it every day. I'd lose 3 pounds a week. My butt would be nice and high and firm. I'd look fantastic in a month-- three weeks if I really pushed it!

Well, needless to say, by the next day I couldn't walk. Or, okay, I could walk but not very well, and not very fast. My lower back felt tight and sore. But still I pushed it. I did my usual run, though at about a quarter of my usual pace. Looking back that might have been a mistake, but I thought I'd read somewhere about working through the stiffness. Well, by the next day after that, I was bedridden. Forget my usual run...I really had trouble just walking out the door to pick up the newspaper. And bending over to actually pick it up? Excruciating.

I wish I could say I listened to my body and just rested...but no...I pushed it. And to make a long story short, I developed chronic pain that went on and on and on. Sitting hurt, turning over in bed hurt, walking, hurt, breathing even. It was terrible. I walked like an old hunched-over lady. I took small steps and tried to avoid going down, or (G-d forbid) up any stairs, no matter how small.

I tried a heating pad and that felt good. It maybe even helped for a little while -- or so I tried to convince myself. I'd take an iburpofen and put the heating pad on and maybe sorta kinda felt a little better. Though as soon as I moved the pain would return and by the next morning I was still waking up as stiff as a bored, desperate, irritable invalid.

I really thought I had perhaps screwed something up seriously and irreversibly.