2:55 p.m. Part of my job entails reviewing client's food journals, assessing possible reasons for weight gain (hmmm, that's easy to spot but difficult to explain to a sensitive client) and to generally keep clients positive about their esteeme.

But some of my clients have the annoying habit of jumping on their scales at home. Of course the scales don't match ours. I'm finding it increasingly difficult to keep up my client's morale when they sigh the deepest sigh when our scale suggest they've gained .8 pounds. "But my scale at home says I'm 2 pounds lighter!"

Oh my.

I find with most of my clients there's an emotional issue. It's the heart of it. One client is screaming for psych counselling. She's the most emotionally draining person to counsel. Half the time I don't even look at her journal. I just listen. She has no one else. And although she's lost 50 lbs, the issues are still under her skin. They always will.
So the hardest job is to try to keep the situation light. But I find that in most cases, you can't ignore the emotional trigger. I find I end up being a life coach, even from my naive perspective.
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My boy life continues its non-existance and in celebration I decided to change my hair, again. I'm now a chocolate girl with blond streaks. I've done it once before, but this time the streaks are a little more subtle. More professional. Mom hates it. Auntie never even noticed.
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So a trip to Montreal is in order. I want to see if I can arrange a Friday off so I can make more of a weekend of it. I can't wait!

n@s