September 28th 1992
Tonight, we celebrate. Maris thinks she has discovered that she is developing a calf muscle on her right leg. Her yoga practices must be paying off. She is so daring that she is now walking around the house in her fuzzy slippers and robe, taking every opportunity she can to reveal her new muscle. She mentioned that if she keeps this up, she will have the legs of a ballerina. We laughed together. We both very-well know that even the thought of her attempt at a spin, would throw her equilibrium into a tizzy.
I plan to bake her a cake to help celebrate. Of course it will have to be sugar-free, gluten-free, egg-free and dairy-free. It truly is hard to get happy with a cake like that.
A long-term patient of mine… (for sake of argument, I will provide my diary with a fictitious name)… Mrs. Steingritter, has been seeing me for depression and fits of anti-self-gratification she has been experiencing since divorcing her husband four years ago. We have been making great strides in restoring her self-worth and admiration of her beautiful qualities. Although I have been attempting to convince her of trying to date again, I still think she is lacking in self-confidence. The other day, she was so worried on what to wear to entice a man, she came to our session to see what I would think of her nightgown she wore underneath her trench coat.