Don't Be This Person

I need to not get so emotionally invested in my work sometimes. I'm not an idiot. I know that as a coach you don't dish out programs and the client eats them up and adheres perfectly with no questions asked and no bumps along the way. I'm not the kind of coach that expects perfection. I'm very much about the little feats along the way. Those make me a happy coach.

But now and again, every coach encounters that person...

And they all go something like this:

The truth is, thankfully none of my actual clients are really the ones to do that sort of thing. It's usually the person that is always coming to you for loads of advice, never actually hiring you but feels the need to message you more than any other client would and simultaneously being ten times more demanding with their results. 

You owe me a pink phone. 

Understanding PMS and How to Not Die

I think that there is a special place in heaven for every man who was tortured to death for unwittingly falling for the following:

But in the defence of us girls...I'm not quite sure how they manage to miss the telltale signs blatantly pointing to the fact that the female in question is in distress. She is simply veiling her overwhelming sadness, now peppered with murderous rage, with false bravado and you need to do something or face the consequences. Everything is obviously not fine. Let me break it down for you.

So stop. And...

Seriously. Also on that note...

Clearly. And, obviously:

And even MORE obviously:

Do you have no honour man? 

And while we are at it

Honestly...I have no idea how anyone could miss that. 

They had it coming.

Bodybuilder Problems

Bodybuilder problems. 

Since I started bodybuilding heavily in my early 20s I found my wardrobe shifting from items geared around looking cute and ladylike to items geared around maximum absorbency and flexibility. Slowly, as more gym clothes trickled in the recreational items were turfed out. So much so that I went into my closet to get ready for a lunch date with The Boy and I discovered that I had about four or five shirts in my cupboard that I have not worn to the gym at some point. 

I decided that I was going to execute another die hard attempt at shopping for something other than sweats and I bought myself a dress on clearance as well as a couple button up shirts. Button ups because under no circumstance would I try to turn that into a gym shirt. I think. 

As I stood in front of the mirror in the dress I couldn't help but think, 'Well this is weird.'