Yesterday I ended my post saying life is good. And it is. So why does my day start on such a sour note when my scale reads 2 pounds higher than I'd like it to? And why are those 2 pounds hanging around, despite my newly cleaned up eating habits?
I am a fifth year grad student getting a PsyD, which is a PhD in clinical psychology. I have successfully defended my disseration, a pilot study which used yoga and a discussion group to (successfully) treat binge eating disorder. I am now doing my internship, working with people on probation (mostly felons) who have to be in therapy as a condition of their release from prison. I also work with people who have gotten their children taken away by DHS. My specialties are eating disorders and using yoga to treat psychological issues. Finish internship and then I'm a real doctor.
I have four cats, two daughters, ages 8 and 11 and one husband, aged 44. I love to run (especially marathons), bike, do yoga, x-c ski and lift weights. I live in the mountains in Colorado.
1 comment:
Just stop weighing yourself. It's so punishing. The scale is only barely scientific.
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