The 25 Body Type Diet

The Body Type Cafe




A Conversation with a Lung Body Type


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We hope you enjoy these whimsical stories and they help you gain a deeper understanding of the 25 Body Types.

As he sat waiting in the lounge of the Body Type Café, Paul's imagination was getting the best of him. What could be so important that Rich would come all the way from Las Vegas just to meet him for lunch? And why couldn't he say what it was about over the phone? What's with all the intrigue? Even his own wife was acting funny. When he asked her what she thought it was about, she just smiled and shrugged her shoulders, as if her brother hadn't told her a thing. Paul knew better than that, but he didn't push it. Anyway, there was a definite excitement about it all. Feeling a bit like a kid on Christmas day, Paul found himself enjoying the anticipation.

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"Oh my gosh! I can't even believe it," Paul thought to himself as he maneuvered his car out of the restaurant parking lot towards home. His mind was spinning. Instead of feeling relieved to know what the big mystery was about, Paul felt overwhelmed with the choices ahead. "Paul, as you know, for the last year I've been the personnel manager of the new Wonder Star Hotel and Casino. We're just now finishing construction and are due to open next month. Now we need to hire staff — 400 people in just under 4 weeks. Someone needs to train these people, and that's where you come in. I'd like you to head up our training section. I've got the go-ahead to offer you twice what you're making with the county, plus benefits, but we'll need you to start next Monday." Rich's words raced through Paul's mind as he drove down the highway, "twice what you're making with the county, plus benefits, but we'll need you to start next Monday."

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Paul's wife, Margie, came running out of the house to meet him as he pulled into the driveway. With a big smile on her face, she asked, "Should I call the movers?"

"Well, honey," Paul replied quietly, "I'm not absolutely sure we..."



"Oh, my God. Are you kidding?" Margie shrieked.

"Seriously, Margie, I really need to think this over."

Margie stood for a moment and stared in disbelief at her husband. "I've been working on my brother about this position for close to a year, and now it's here and you have to think about it? What's to think about? It's twice the money, plus benefits. This is a dream job — a job to die for."

"I know, honey, this sounds like a great opportunity, but it's come up so suddenly. They want me to start next week. This isn't what we've planned. I've got a steady job and I'm up for my second promotion, right on schedule. If I follow through, I know I'll make the manager's grade within the next two years. Then I can really make a difference at the office. The money's not that great, but there are a lot of people who depend on me there. What would they think if I just bailed out on them? Besides, I just don't know how I feel about training people to take other people's money away from them efficiently and with a smile. Here, I have a chance to really make a difference in people's lives. I mean, the people I work with are suffering terribly, and if I can help them get work, help get them back on their feet, then I've done something important."

Margie turned and headed back to the house. She had tears in her eyes when she looked back at her husband and said, "Well, what about taking care of your own family? Don't we deserve to get the things we want before your street people?"

Margie's disappointment struck Paul deeply. As he pulled himself up and out of the car he felt a wave of fatigue wash over his body and mind. It was all he could do to reach the house and call work for the afternoon off and then drag himself to the bedroom. Never mind that it was only 3 o'clock in the afternoon. By the time Paul's head hit the pillow, he was sound asleep. Tomorrow would be another day.

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It was early when Paul awoke. He could tell because there was barely enough light in the room for him to see his wife sleeping quietly next to him. "Margie isn't going to be too happy about this," he thought to himself as he gingerly rose from the bed and headed to the bathroom and then to the kitchen.

Paul sat at the small kitchenette and looked out the window at some birds playing noisily along the fence. "I've forgotten how special it is in the morning before everyone gets up," he thought to himself as he made a mental note to do this more often. As Paul continued to gaze out into the morning, he knew what he had to do, but he still struggled with his decision. "How can I explain to Margie how important it is for me to pass up this Vegas job and stick with my social services position? Seems like she's really got her heart set on moving. We could use the extra money. We've worked hard over the years, and we deserve to take something for ourselves. What are my family and our friends going to think of me passing this up? I know what Margie's parents will think! Could this break up our marriage? If I take this job, we could afford to have the kids we both want."

Paul's reverie was broken by the noise of running water and dishes hitting each other in the sink. He looked up and saw Margie at the sink with her back to him. Paul got up and walked up behind his wife and put his arms around her. "You know how I much I love you. And I know you have your heart set on going to Vegas. But you know I can't just pack up and leave all the people who need me. All the people I've worked with for the last two years. If we could only have planned this out, I might have made a different decision. Margie turned around quickly, nearly knocking them both over. "You're not going to take the job my brother is offering you?" There were tears welling in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, honey. I can't."

"You understand I may not be able to get over this. Are you willing to risk me leaving you?"

"You know I love you, and I will do anything I can to make you happy. But going to Las Vegas to take that job is just not something I can do. Margie, I’ll stay by you as long as I live, but I would understand your choosing to make your own life without me if I can't make you happy. I'll support you in any decision you make."

"What about if I just hate you for a couple of weeks?"

"Okay."

"What if we put in the fountain and fish pond we've been talking about for two years?"

"Okay."

Margie reached around her husband's waist and, clasping her hands together, squeezed hard. Paul winced, and she smiled as she looked up and said, "Well, I might stick around then. But I'm gonna exact my revenge every day and in every way I can".

"Okay. I guess I deserve that."

"Good. We'll start by you making breakfast this morning while I go take a shower."

For a brief moment, Paul wondered if he was really doing the best thing, and then, as quickly as it had appeared, his doubt disappeared. He picked up the phone and dialed Rich's home number as Margie stood in the doorway of the den and shook her head from side to side. Paul turned back to the task at hand and, as the phone rang, considered the sheer amount of smoothing over this decision was going to cost him — not only Margie and her brother, but her entire family as well. Then there would be his family, and he doubted he could keep this situation a complete secret at work. His co-workers just knew him too well. "Oh well, it was exciting while it lasted," he thought to himself. "Rich, good morning. I wanted to let you know what I've decided."

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