When marcia called me, she was at her wit’s end. Now in her mid-fifties, she’d been carrying around excess weight for thirty years, ever since she’d given birth to her first child. “I’ve tried everything,” she told me, “eating special foods, fasting, diet plans from my doctor, jogging, the treadmill at the gym . . . Nothing works. I can’t seem to lose weight for more than a few months at a time, and then it comes back again. I’m calling you because I know your specialty is motivation. And I need to be motivated!”
“Actually,” I said, “you sound incredibly motivated. Maybe too motivated.” I knew this would get her attention.
“How can you say I’m motivated when I’m five dress sizes bigger than I should be?” she ...