"Back in Line" with Dr. Mosier

A Humbling Lesson on Ego, Gym Anxiety, and Why Nobody Is Actually Watching You I recently told my workout partner a story about Ellen and me getting ready for date night that left him shaking his head. As we were getting ready, Ellen looked over at me and said,“I’m over here looking like a slob, and you’re looking like a model.” Now, apparently the elevator of the male brain does not go all the way to the top—because with a pride-filled smile, I responded with a simple, heart

Why investing in your health may be the most important gift you ever give your family “I’m going to slaughter your father,” is what Isaiah and Isaac heard one morning last week. Isaac, completely innocent, asked, “What does slaughter mean?” Before we could answer, Isaiah chimed in confidently and said, “Mommy is going to kill Dad.” To my defense, Isaac immediately protested, “No Mom, don’t do it!” Ellen graciously reassured him that she wasn’t going to kill his daddy… at leas

The Story Behind Our Move and Our Commitment to Serve Even Better I may really be showing my age here, but I am continually amazed at what can be created with a 3D printer. We got Isaiah a 3D printer for Christmas, and now every day he’s making a new toy for himself and his brothers. They’ve printed everything from sharks to dragons to — Ethan’s favorite — a T-Rex. Growing up, I never would have dreamed of something like this: that you could design something on a computer and

Every living thing has roots. Some roots are large, some small—but when roots are weak, life can only last so long before struggle sets in and growth begins to fade. Strong roots, however, dig deep. They anchor, nourish, and allow life to flourish into something expansive and beautiful. At Mosier Family Chiropractic, our roots have been built intentionally—through care, consistency, and commitment to our community. As we grow into a new and larger building, it isn’t simply ab

Why consistency — not motivation — is the real key to a meaningful year Recently, I found myself without a vehicle because my little S10 truck needed a transmission rebuild. It’s funny how life lessons show up in the most unexpected places. For a couple of weeks, Ellen became my chauffeur — or as she lovingly called me,  “Miss Daisy.” “Come on, Miss Daisy,” she’d say. “I’ve got to take you to work.” Let’s just say I was very glad to get my truck back. Being down a vehicle def

As Christmas winds down and the last of the wrapping paper is swept away, it’s a natural time to pause and reflect on the year behind us — what went well, what didn’t, and what we hope to change moving forward. And if you’re anything like me, that reflection often turns into goals, intentions, and New Year’s resolutions.

Many of you who have known Ellen and me for a while have noticed that I’ve lost some weight recently. Last Sunday at church someone even stopped me and said they barely recognized me. Those of you who have lost a significant amount of weight can relate—because we see ourselves every day, we don’t notice the changes as quickly.

Moments of genuine gratitude often arrive when you least expect them. After saying grace, Ryder and I settled into the living room—leash in hand—because with a Great Dane of his height, everything on the table is fair game. And as much as he would have appreciated the hours of meal prep, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t intended for a massive, starving puppy who believes every meal might be his last.

As many of you know, kids don’t come with manuals—and most days, we parents are learning on the fly. Every day brings a new adventure; kind of like opening a questionable diaper… you never really know what you’re going to get. Last week, Ellen took the big boys (Isaiah and Isaac) to Cub Scouts, leaving me with the littles (Ethan and Evan). Anytime I’m solely responsible for the kids, it feels a bit like the blind leading the blind. Chaos isn’t just likely—it’s guaranteed.

I’m often the mediator in what we call “emergency toy crises.” These happen daily. Actually, if we’re being honest, they happen multiple times a day. I’m almost certain I’ve lost part of my hearing from the blood-curdling screams. (And no, it’s not selective hearing, despite what Ellen claims.)

After last week’s story about Lyn’s miraculous recovery from Bell’s Palsy, a friend came in smiling and said, “Doc, you sit and think about the what ifs, don’t you?”

It’s funny how life comes full circle—and how God often uses “no’s” and unanswered prayers to guide us toward His purpose. Before I ever knew the life-changing power of a specific and corrective chiropractic adjustment, I wanted to become a physical therapist. At the time, that was the popular path for exercise science majors. Because of its popularity, getting into a PT program was extremely competitive.

“Boys, let’s play ‘quiet as a mouse’ and don’t make a sound,” Ellen said in her best mom-voice as Isaiah and Isaac got rowdy in the back of her SUV. “We need to find the right exit to get to Top Golf. Understood?”

I’m starting to worry about Ethan’s obsession with skeletons. He points out every single decoration in people’s yards with feverish excitement—and if you don’t slow down so he can marvel at them, you risk a full toddler meltdown.

“Look, a pumpkin!” Ethan’s little hands stretched out in the middle of Menards, pointing at their Halloween yard displays.

“I know, I know… Dinosaurs are crazy… roar… I’m going to get a juice… I like robot movie (Wild Robot).” I looked up from my computer to see Ethan (almost 3) holding a toy phone to his ear, having a full-blown conversation. It was so convincing that I almost wondered if someone was actually on the other end.

Chiropractic gave my grandpa more time. My hope is that you’ll be the kind of friend who “nags” someone you care about—because that persistence just might save them, and give them more time too.

“Grandkids are God’s reward for not killing your kids,” John Maxwell once said. Many of you can probably relate—and I know my parents would wholeheartedly agree.

"Wow, Doc, you’ve lost a ton of weight!" Lately, I’ve been getting a lot of compliments on my weight loss. For me, this journey wasn’t just necessary for my health, but for my family as well.

This week is an answer to a summer full of prayers… the kids are finally going back to school! Don’t get me wrong—I love my boys. But the return to routine is long overdue. Plus, they need to burn off some of that wild energy with their friends (preferably not in my living room).