The 25 Body Type Diet

The Body Type Cafe

A Conversation with a Pituitary 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.

"Where's that little guy gone?" Laurie asked herself as she scanned across the heads of all the children in the room. She was looking for a particular mop of reddish hair that was a head higher than all the others. This head belonged to a troubled young boy named Ricky, who was taller than his classmates because he had been kept back a year. Laurie had been warned ahead of time by one of the teachers that he could be a handful. She didn't doubt that was true, but she sensed there was a lot more to this child than most people recognized.

"Lose someone?" It was the voice of John, the museum guard, coming from the staircase that led to the second floor exhibits, which were closed for the elementary school tour. Stepping past the barriers, with a young red-haired boy in tow, John headed straight towards the crowd of youngsters, and looking at Laurie, he said, "Better keep a tight reign on this here laddie." He let go of Ricky's hand, then bent down, looking at all the young faces staring at him, and continued in mock seriousness, "We nearly lost him in the burial coffin of an ancient Chinese emperor."

"Now, John," Laurie replied playfully, "don't you scare these kids. Museums are friendly places, full of fun and learning."

"Yes, Miss Laurie, they are." John replied. "But we want to be very careful to stay with our group and not wander off by ourselves. Isn't that right?" John leveled a look directly at Ricky.

Ricky moved around behind Laurie, and in his defense blurted out, “I just wanted to see if that guy had any underwears.”

Laurie turned and looked down at the little boy. “Well?” she asked. “Did he?”

Ricky lowered his voice, "I dunno. The policeman wouldn't let me look."

"An intriguing idea, though. Maybe some day, when you're in college, you can do some research on that topic," Laurie commented, as she nodded thanks to John and started to herd her flock of young sightseers out of the foyer and into the dinosaur exhibit.

"Is that what you learn in college?" Ricky asked with a snicker, "About underwears and stuff?"

The fascinated yet serious inquiry in Ricky's childish humor reminded Laurie of her own love of learning, the same passion that brought her to volunteer at the museum. "Ricky, you can learn about anything you want to in college. Even about the clothes Chinese Kings wear."

Clearly pleased with that idea, Ricky grabbed Laurie's hand and, smiling at her proudly, affirmed, "I'm gonna go to college and learn about Chinese underwears! And when I'm done, I'm gonna come back and tell you all about it, because you're nice and you don't get mad at me."

Laurie felt a tug at her heart and reached down to give Ricky a hug. "Of course, I don't get mad, and I'm glad you'd do that for me. Now I'm going to tell you and your classmates all about dinosaurs, okay?"


The remainder of the morning's tour progressed uneventfully. Lunch would be held on the museum lawn. With its large reflecting pool, it was where a kid might really get into some trouble. Laurie would be sure to watch Ricky closely out there. She was saddened to think she even had to worry, and wondered what situation in Ricky's life troubled such an intelligent and delightful child. She thought about how difficult her own recent growing pains had been.

She’d had a long-term relationship with a man which often seemed one sided, but she managed to keep things smoothed over and peaceful. When things did get too uncomfortable and erupted into a fight, she would be the one to forgive him, and all would settle back to normal. Laurie realized her man's interest was only in what she could do for him, and so she ended their relationship. She felt good about her decision, but there was a big hole in her life, and she found herself filling it with television, romance novels, and ice cream. She started to gain weight, and she didn't like the way that felt, so she volunteered at the museum.

After all, what a compliment a museum setting was to her love for children and her patience and understanding. She rarely would get frustrated or angry when situations got out of control. And on a daily basis, the atmosphere at the museum satisfied her need to constantly learn and be stimulated by fresh faces, ideas and concepts.

But as much as Laurie loved her job at the museum, it had created another problem for her. She worked full time as a nursing assistant on the swing shift from 1:00 to 8:30, and when she got home, she would find herself exhausted and wouldn’t seem to be able to catch up. She had always had the habit of taking on more than she could reasonably handle. The thought that she might have to give up a job where she could positively influence kids like Ricky made her sad.


It didn't seem as if Laurie's concerns about the pool were going to materialize. She kept Ricky close by her throughout lunch, and had fun talking with the verbally precocious youngster, answering question after question about nearly everything under the sun. Laurie enjoyed Ricky's unbridled curiosity and pointed inquiries. Toward the end of lunch, Laurie asked Ricky to gather up some of the paper plates and other trash and carry them to a construction dumpster at the edge of the parking lot. Laurie watched as Ricky cheerfully carried out her request, and she then turned to several girls who were arguing over a package of cookies. After successfully negotiating a compromise between the two friends, Laurie turned around to check on Ricky's progress, and to her amazement, he was gone. "Here we go again! Well, if nothing else, this kid is quick," she thought to herself as she quickly canvassed the area within eyesight. When Laurie didn't see Ricky anywhere, a jolt of fear ran through her. "Okay, Laurie, calm yourself. He couldn't have gotten too far." Laurie told one of the volunteer parents the situation and asked her to gather up the rest of the group as Laurie initiated the museum’s lost child procedure by notifying the tour supervisor and park security, then organizing a search.

Meanwhile, Ricky was happy as could be, wandering through the renovation site of an historic park building. After he had dumped the trash, he had been irresistibly drawn through a small hole in the construction barricade surrounding the building. It was lunch time, so there were no workers around, and he had the place all to himself. Ricky ran from room to room and up and down the stairs, fascinated by all the sights of ongoing construction. He was totally unaware of the drama unfolding just outside the building.

After five minutes of searching failed to locate Ricky, the police were called. All the children were loaded onto the buses, and one adult was left to supervise each bus. Museum and park security were conducting a search through the museum building and the surrounding park grounds. Within moments, squad cars started to appear, and road blocks were established at each entrance to the park. A police helicopter flew overhead, announcing the search for a lost seven year old boy with red hair, named Ricky. When Ricky heard his name over the roar of the nearby helicopter, he knew he was in trouble for sure. So when a construction worker who was moving from room to room calling his name saw him, Ricky turned and ran up the stairs and hid in a closet. The construction worker went to the nearest opening in the building and called down to the searchers below, "He's in here. I just saw him!"

Laurie yelled back, "Is he okay?"

"I think so," came the reply, "but I don't know for sure. He ran away from me."

"He's probably very scared. Wait there. I’ll come get him," Laurie called back.

"Okay. Will do," the worker replied.

Laurie ran toward the entrance to the building, and with some direction from the other workers, found her way up the stairs to the man who had found Ricky.

"He's in this room here," he said, as he pointed. "I think he's in the closet because there's nowhere else he could go from there."

"Thank you," Laurie said hurriedly as she moved into the room. She felt a tremendous flood of relief when she saw Ricky's foot through the opening of the closet and heard his soft crying. She had been so focused on finding him, she hadn't realized just how scared she was. Laurie reached into the small space to pull the little boy to her. She could feel him resist, so she put her arms around him to comfort him. "There, there, Ricky, sweetheart, you don't need to cry. Come here, Miss Laurie is here to get you. It's okay."

"Aren't, sniff, sniff, you mad, sniff, at me?" Ricky asked.

"No, of course not, sweetheart. We're just concerned for you, that's all. Laurie felt the small boy’s resistance vanish as she pulled him into her arms. "Now let's go out and show all these nice people that you are safe, and it was all just a big mistake, okay?"

"Okay," Ricky quietly replied.

After a half hour of report taking and other details, Laurie finally got Ricky on the bus with the other children. As she waved goodbye to the last bus load of kids, the museum director approached her. "Laurie, you've done an outstanding job here today, and when you're finished here, I would appreciate it if you would stop by my office. I would like to talk with you about a full time, paid position with the museum."

"Yes, sir," Laurie responded excitedly, "Thank you, sir. I would like that very much." As the museum director walked away, Laurie felt as if a tremendous weight had just been lifted from her. "Yes, I'd like that very much," she thought.

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