The 25 Body Type Diet

The Body Type Cafe

A Conversation with a Pancreas Body Type

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Imagine yourself surrounded by soft jazz, cushy chairs and hot mocha espressos. You've just entered your favorite cafe - and you're there to curl up, relax, and eavesdrop on the latest! This is no ordinary cafe with ordinary conversation. Each one of our Body Type Dialogue stories illustrates how the different body types think, react and deal with each other. You may read a story about a Heart man gushing over a cute latte-drinking Adrenal girl. Or, a Thyroid man may be discussing his marketing budget with his Lymph supervisor. Wherever the conversation leads you, you'll come away with a better understanding of the 25 Body Types, and learn how they may react in real-life conversations.

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

As Lindsay sat in the outer office waiting for her appointment, she didn’t feel right. The problem wasn’t physical, although there was some tension creeping into her neck and shoulders. No, this was more an emotional discomfort — a kind of fear. She knew Mr. Richards was going to ask her to take over the assistant manager’s position. She didn’t want the job, but saying “no” was never her strong suit. She’d much rather uplift people and make them happy than disappoint them. That was why the idea of being a manager had never appealed to her.

Besides, Lindsay had been the hostess at the Body Type Café almost since it had opened. If ever there was a position made for her, this was it. Vivacious and outgoing, with a strong love of people, the job gave her the perfect opportunity to do what she like best — to talk and socialize around and about food. Lindsay knew all her customers’ names, and they all knew hers. Often times, it would be hugs and laughs all around before seating her guests. She knew her routine and could perform it flawlessly without even thinking.

Being one of the most popular staff members at the Body Type Café, about once a year Lindsay would be approached about becoming a manager, and once a year she would skillfully avoid the issue. This time, though, she knew she wouldn’t be able to get around it. With the assistant manager going on vacation, Mr. Richards would need someone else to open for several days while he attended corporate training.


"Hi, Lindsay. Come right in."

"Good morning, Mr. Richards." Lindsay smiled as she offered her hand.

"Please have a seat. Would you like something? Tea? Coffee?"

"Thank you very much. I'm fine."

"Lindsay, as you know, Barry will be on vacation next week, and I will need someone to open for me Thursday and Friday while I’m attending corporate training. I know the idea of being the boss doesn't appeal to you, but I'm in a pickle and I need you to cover for those days. Can you do it?"

"I can try."

"That a gal. I knew I could count on you. You'll do fine. Just keep 'em laughing and you'll do great." Mr. Richards stood and reached out his hand, signaling an end to the meeting. "Come in early tomorrow morning and Barry will go over what you need to know."

Lindsay usually didn't appreciate Mr. Richards' curt, businesslike manner, but in this case, she felt relieved to be finished so quickly, although now there was a dull ache in her shoulder. She took his hand and smiled. "Thank you, sir."


The next morning, Barry smiled widely when he saw Lindsay come through the front door. "Hellooo, Lindsay! It's sure a treat to see you here so early in the morning."

"Hi, Barry. You know this isn't my best time of day, don't you?"

"You're gonna love it."

"It's only for a couple of days. I suppose I'll survive."

"Come on, Lindsay. It's not hard. It'll only take me about an hour to bring you up to speed. And with your personality, you'll be managing like a pro in no time. I just hope I have a job when I get back.. You know?"

Lindsay responded with a hearty laugh, which seemed too loud for the quiet, early morning atmosphere of the nearly empty restaurant. "Thanks. That's very kind of you to say, but, really, I'm not at all comfortable about this."

"Oh, I didn't get that impression. Let's go to my office and we can talk about it. The morning crew knows what they need to do. They practically run themselves."

Barry and Lindsay headed back toward the manager's office. Barry stopped at the coffee station. "Why don't you go on in. I'll get us some coffee." When he came into the room, Lindsay was seated in one of the chairs facing the manager's desk. He set a cup of coffee on the desk, and then in an exaggerated manner, took Lindsay's arm and said, "Oh, please my dear, you are the manager. Why don't you come take your place at the throne here." Lindsay laughed and pretended to resist. "Oh, but you must. Please, you need to practice being the head, high, mucky muck."

Lindsay was nearly in hysterics from Barry's performance. "Okay, okay, I'll sit here. There, are you satisfied?"

"Yes, That's perfect. Now is that so bad? How does it feel?"

"Barry, it's not the desk. You know that. It's just that I have my routine, and I'm really good at it. This is not what I'm used to at all. I'm afraid I won't do something right and everyone will think I'm no good. They'll think I'm trying to be a hotshot or something."

"Lindsay, being a manager isn't about trying to be better than everyone else. It's about being responsible for everyone else."

"Oh, that makes me feel better! Not only do I have to worry about my own mistakes, I have to worry about everyone else's too. Lovely."

"I think you're taking this all too seriously. It's only two opening shifts. How much could you mess up in two days?"

"Ah ha! So you do think I'm gonna mess up?" Lindsay smiled at Barry.

"If I didn't know you better, I’d say you really are worried about this. Trust me, you'll do fine. Let's go out and introduce you to the crew. You know a few of them already."

"Good idea. Sitting around in this office is making me nervous."


The following Thursday when Lindsay arrived at the Café for her first official day of being temporary assistant manager, there were several employees waiting at the door to be let in. "Good morning, everyone. Meeting in the reception area at 8:10. Thank you,” she called to no one in particular as she headed back to the manager's office. Closing the door behind her and leaning her back against it, Lindsay thought, "I don't like this. I don't know what I'm doing, and I don't like this. But here I am, so I guess all I can do is just do it." She turned and headed back toward the reception area, and as she arrived, she made a head count. "1, 2, 3. There are two people missing." Turning to the head cook she barked, "Jimmy, would you go find your other two people so we can get started."

"But Lindsay, they've already started work, they know their routine."

"I was told we would meet each morning and review job assignments, and that's what we're gonna do. Please….."

"Okay, okay, I'll find them. Just a minute, please."

Lindsay felt uncomfortable as she and the others waited in silence for Jimmy to return. Finally, when they were all gathered, Lindsay quickly reviewed her list of instructions, assignments, and her policy statement. Her tone didn't invite comment or questions, so, not surprisingly, when she asked if there were any, no one spoke.

After the workers had taken up their various assignments, Lindsay went to each one and watched them work for a few moments. She issued any necessary instructions and then moved to the next. When she was satisfied that they were all doing their jobs, she headed back to the manager's office to start reviewing the day's product orders. Shortly after she arrived, there was a knock on the door.

"Come on in."

"Hi. Excuse me, Lindsay. Can I speak with you a moment?”

"Sure, Jimmy. Please have a seat. So how do you think I'm doing?"

"Well, that's what I wanted to talk about. I mean, I know this is new for you and you probably don't even want to be doing it. And I think you are doing just what you're supposed to, but...."

As Lindsay waited for Jimmy's comments, she realized how serious the look on her face must be. This struck her as funny, and she started to laugh. Of course, she knew exactly what Jimmy was going to say, "You mean, why don't I relax and act like my normal old self instead of some manager type?"

"Well, yes, something like that. I mean, everyone expected you to be just the way they knew you, but you're acting different. You've only been doing this for an hour, and already everyone misses the old Lindsay.”

"Well, James, you’re exactly right. I've been trying to figure out all morning why I didn't feel comfortable, and that's it. I've been trying to be what I think a manager is supposed to be, and that's just not me. So, back to Lindsay the hostess, slash, assistant manager."


"And by the way, Jimmy. Please don't tell anyone, but you and everyone else seem to be doing great without me. How about you deal with all the kitchen stuff and just let me know if there's anything you need me for. I'll answer the phones and deal with the customers and do the other stuff I'm good at. When Mr. Richards and Barry get back, we'll just pretend I ran the place. Deal?”

"Sounds good to me."

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