Today Mrs. Hold came back from exercise class and said "I talked to a psychologist in the class who says I have body dysmorphia if I think I have 20 more pounds to lose because she thinks I look tiny." I agreed she has a warped view of how much she has left to lose. But I understand her fear of gaining it back and her desire to see how low she can go.

Later, Mrs. Hold said she needed a check for the dry cleaner because she only has one pair of nice pants that fit and we are going to services at temple tonight. I wrote out a check to the dry cleaner. In the memo line, I wrote "clean Mrs. Hold's nice pants that fit her tiny butt". She laughed.

When you can see it coming, duck!