New Program at Work

We started a new weight management program at work today. Our Kronos rep is leading an hour class each week. The first two weeks are Pre-Diabetes oriented and the next 14 are on weight loss (diet, exercise, lifestyle changes, etc.). We don't have to pay anything extra for it (we did for Weight Watchers and for the previous Kronos program) so that's nice.

In order to participate, we had to sign two documents. The first was to say that we realized that the Kronos rep isn't an MD and that we would get our own MD's approval to participate if it was needed.

The second was to agree that we would not talk about anyone or anything in the class outside of the classroom. Not to each other, not to the instructor, nothing. The idea is to make it a safe environment so people will feel comfortable sharing. If you violate the agreement, you can get kicked out of the class.

I couldn't help but think of:

The first rule of Fight Club is - you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is - you DO NOT talk about Fight Club.

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