K.C. Wilder (author of the best-selling book 50 WAYS TO LEAVE YOUR HUSBAND and a hypnosis client) graciously gave her permission to publish this entry from her blog. She is a successful author with a wonderful light wit and writes with candor about her journey. Hopefully you will identify with her struggle with sugar as well as the intoxicating form of sugar (alcohol). Also, she says some very kind things about me which I personally find worth re-reading from time to time. Click here for a link to Ms. Wilder’s book on amazon.com
John Koenig is a cool guy. For starters, there’s this snippet from his bio: “I have an undergraduate degree in psychology (Hofstra University, 1970) and a MA in Anglo-Irish Studies (University College, Dublin, Eire, 1971) and am a member of Rhode Island Mensa.”
Mensa. Yeah. Still waiting on my invitation.
Add to that the fact that he spent more than 20 years in advertising, learning how to quickly and concisely connect people with their desires – or at the very least, connect their desires to a product.
And there’s his look: professional, maybe slightly rumpled, as if he’s been hard at work on a project. If you met him outside his office, you’d assume he works in business or finance.
I first met John in March of 2011, when I went to see him for help kick-starting my pre-wedding weight loss plan. That I was even seeing a hypnotist seemed crazy to me (I told my then-fiance that Mr. Koenig was a nutritionist, lest he think he was marrying a new-agey nut job), but frankly, I’d always been curious as to whether or not hypnosis really worked, and I saw this as my chance to check it out. My goal was to give up alcohol and sugar until I lost 15 pounds, which I knew would not be easy. What the heck – a little hypnosis couldn’t hurt, right?
That night, I easily went to bed without a drink or a sugary snack. In the days that followed, I was amazed at how effortless it was to commit to my new diet. I didn’t feel deprived. In fact, I felt satisfied and optimistic.
My focus was anywhere but on my diet. But later, in hindsight, I thought about it.
Resisting sugar was no problem in the days and weeks after my father passed; I could barely stand to eat at all. But how many people offered me a drink? How many assured me there was no shame in abandoning my new diet plan under such circumstances? How many said that certainly I deserved a drink to take the edge off, to bring sleep, even to toast my father’s memory?