I've always found life coaches a little annoying. How do I know so much about them? No, I've never been "coached" personally, but there have been some examples out there for us in the best form of education known to man -- reality tv. Come on, isn't it the best information out there? I've learned quite a bit over the last 10 years from reality tv. 1) how to back-stab and then back stab again, and then once more -- and it's all OK to keep that tiki torch burning--Survivor is only a game right? 2) Feathers and human hair make perfectly respectable couture - thanks Project Runway for that tid bit 3) There is a technique to table tossing. only the best tossers can toss without breaking a nail or harming a curl, all while cursing like a sailor, of course -- this info compliments of Real Housewives of NJ. 4) the best way to lose weight is to get someone to make you cry. Thanks Jillian.
You see, Jillian from the Biggest Loser is not just a fitness trainer, she is also a life coach. I suppose she's just the person for the job, because I'm pretty sure anyone who weighs 450 lbs could use some training and coaching. I do, however, get a kick out of watching this life coach work (and any other one I have ever seen). I have boiled their job description down to pushing and pushing and screaming at the top of their lungs "WHAT ARE YOU SO AFRAID OF?!?" until said subject breaks, cries and confesses some deep hidden anxiety or traumatic experience. I have also decided that sometimes I bet that traumatic experience is completely fabricated just to get a break from the "coaching." Kinda like those cooerced confessions in dark, smoky back rooms of police headquarters. "Yes it was me, in the library with the candlestick. Please, Please get me out of here!!!"
All of this to say, I don't need to drive down to Decatur or Little Five Points to find a hippie life coach to push and push and push... Nope not me. I have two little life coaches that sleep in our middle bedroom every night. Their style is perfect. It's that delicate balance of observation, brutal honestly and total lack of tact that make them so successful.
Wild Man J used to be the king of the "pushing." My favorite used to be when as a small toddler he would constantly poke and prod my arm fat and love handles. so sweet of him to make me aware.... Then Sweet G pulled up from behind when he asked me why the skin on my leg always jiggled. Thanks for that observation, son.
They have really left me alone for a while. I guess they gave me a break while growing and birthing another human being, but my sabbatical is over. They apparently conspired to do a double attack last night.
J: "Momma, you have a baby in your bellly."
Me: "No I don't son"
G: "No she doesn't - It just takes a long time for your belly to go down after having a baby"
Would have been sorta nice if he would have stopped there. nope - not Sweet G...
"Cause your belly got soooo big, and it takes a long time, a really REALLY long time for it to go back down."
I left the room before they broke me. No crying last night. They need some lessons from Jillian. too bad their bedtime is 7:30.
3 years ago