We all have days when we don't want to go to work.  We're tired, there's things at home to deal with or we just don't *love* the tasks ahead of us.  Even as a consultant, I have days like this.  Maybe it's a difficult client I am working with, or a day that I have a food demo with lots of things to schlep, and it's pouring down rain.  Today was not one of them.About 10 months ago, I was contacted by a convent, (of all places) to help a 70-year old, wheelchair bound, binge-eating nun lose weight.  I'm not making this up.  She had struggled with her weight and health for years.  She'd steal treats from the other sisters, sneak food from locked kitchens and pile her plate at meal times. At nearly 300 lbs., her diabetes had gotten out of control to the point of needing insulin. Her kidneys were showing signs of damage. She'd seen therapists for depression and had tried multiple diets, but nothing worked.  She was also showing signs of dementia.  She'd convinced herself she'd never walk again due to arthritis.I thought to myself, "how am I going to help this woman"?  Most of the clients I see are younger, able-bodied adults with full access to gyms, walking paths and tennis courts.  Most have families, friends or co-workers to encourage them. Few have deep-seated depression and overt binge-eating behavior.  I was worried I couldn't help her, and would be a disappointment to her, the staff that hired me, and myself.  She surprised me.With the help of the convent chef, a few caring nurses and a will of steel, my client has lost almost 40 lbs.  It has been so fulfilling to see her chip away at her old ways of thinking to become a healthier person.  She recognizes that stress and anxiety make her want to eat.  She realizes that the candy she takes from another sister is not only stealing from a friend, but robbing her of her own chance at a healthier life.  She is stronger physically, emotionally and spiritually.About halfway though her treatment, I told her I'd love to see her walk.  She continued to say she couldn't due to the pain in her knees.  She surprised us both today by standing up out of her chair, walking towards me and hugging me.  She prays for me and my family and we talk about cats.  She smiles more.  She's proud of herself.  She should be.This is my "work".  And I am so very grateful.