However, the thing that sticks in my mind was that a day or two before the end of the regime, the woman was still a couple-three pounds away from the weight goal she wanted to reach, and her trainer, thoughtfully, said, "How do you feel about laxatives?"
I got on the scale this morning, because what the hell, you know, after violent purging followed by not eating for a day, you can at least pretend it's real weight you've lost. It said I was down 6 pounds from the last time I got on it.
And I thought, "How do you feel about laxatives?", and put on a pair of skinny jeans today, because God knows I won't fit in 'em tomorrow. :)
*Although that always kind of made me think of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and how none of the other reindeer would have anything to do with him until Santa made him the favorite, you know?