Breathing? Nope. I’m Mewing

Just when I think I’m out … they pull me back in. Technically, I think that’s called “inhaling” … as in “pulling in air” … breathing? Get it?

What I mean is … my lungs were cured 4 or 5 years ago and suddenly I’m obsessed with breathing again. Breathing better, that is. Because I’m convinced, now, that breathing can be improved.

I’m reading about how certain breathing techniques can give a person more energy than a cuppa coffee or an energy drink in the afternoon. Some breathing techniques can lower heart rate. Some can help a guy grow hair. Yes. Some people believe that so I say, why not? I’m not bald, but maybe I can thicken up my coif a tad with breathing techniques. 

I’m adding to my Lung Stuff. I guess I’m obsessed.

My current obsession?

Mewing. 

Mewing is a breathing technique developed by Dr. Mike Mew. Mewing, according to his Beginner Guide (see video below) can change and build your jaw, forces you to breathe more efficiently and properly, and with a stronger jaw and better breathing and breathing posture, I guess I’ll sleep better, feel better during and after exercise, and so much more. 

What happens in my easily influenced brain is this …

1. I obsess about NOT getting Alzheimer’s or dementia
2. I read things and follow advice and some of that advice is “sleep better in order to reduce risks”
3. “Sleep better” tips talk about breathing before and during sleep
4. I read about and try techniques to breathe better in order to improve my sleep quality
5. I buy a book called “Breath” all about breathing and it mentions “mewing”
6. I close my book and jump onto YouTube and learn about Mewing and the Mew cult
7. I practice swallowing in order to pin my toungue to the roof of my mouth and improve my nose-breathing and, hopefully, help my jaw strength

And here I am. Newly obsessed (48 hours as of the writing of this Blog entry) with Mewing. I’m on Day-2 and can’t wait to see what I see and feel on Day-30.

Every day … a little better … even if “better” sounds like crazy, snake-oil, voodoo magic. It can’t hurt. At least I hope I don’t read someday that pinning my toungue to the roof of my mouth and focusing on keeping my upper spine straight isn’t doing more harm than good. 

No way, right? Right?

Here’s to a new Mew you… and me.