I am finally back, in my purple room writing away. My next entry is going to be about Life Coaches. I had much the same feeling about LC as I did about orthodontists. Useless and he can learn more from me than I could ever learn from him. After all I am 57 and he is just a baby of about thirty something. He was new at the coaching game and my daughter told me that he was looking for guinea pigs to practise on for a lower rate. So, why not I say. I shall refer to him as lc.
To begin with, I have never met LC. We talk on the phone. Now, I have seen a picture of him on facebook but I can't connect that face to the very australian accented disembodied voice on the other end of the phone line. From the first moment I said hello to him, he took charge of the call. Hell he took charge of the call, the topic, the perception of what we were talking about and the total direction of the conversation. I daren't slip up and make a small offside comment because it would come slamming back at me with a galeforce of one hundred.
The very first thing he somehow managed to suss out of me was how I have been battling my fat problem. I mean, how did that slip out? Honest to pete!!! I couldn't believe my mouth opened and spewed out my misery of being fat!!! Then, sweet Jesus, I heard my mouth going on about how I didn't want to feel unaccomplished and unmotivated anymore. What the Hell??!! He never ever misses a single thing. I mean, I am now going to the gym, practising the piano, writing, getting along with Bill, not worrying about Monte, and I have lost sixty pounds....and counting. This magical, all knowing, powerful voice on the other end of the line has replaced that nasty little voice in my head. But....I still don't know how it happened.
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