The Dancing Fool

Why is it that an epiphany always hits you like a ton of bricks? Never is it the soft caress of a cat against your leg or the light whisper of a summer breeze. No. It’s always a pile of cinder blocks raining down on you from the heavens. I wonder why that is?

Today I had one such “enlightenment” while dancing around my office. Yes, I was sober and yes, it was broad daylight. Well, technically I should say broad fluorescent light. I used to do this at least 2-3 times a week but realized I couldn?t remember the last time I had.

For some reason, this afternoon felt like old times. I found myself bursting with energy and decided to put Brian Setzer in the CD player. Within minutes I was jumping and jiggling my way through the shop to the likes of “Dirty Boogie” and “Jive and Wail.” About 5 minutes later, I happened past the clock and noticed the time; it was 3:37pm. I stopped dead in my tracks with the music blaring in the background. 3:37pm? How could that be? I’m usually dragging my rear on the floor at three in the afternoon and just dying for the clock to hit five. Why was I jumping around the place like a 3 year old while hoping a customer didn’t walk in and ask, “Who’s that dancing fool?”

After a few seconds I had my answer in the form of a “brick shower.” Yes, it was suddenly raining cinder blocks and it was raining hard. As the storm passed I noticed that each brick was engraved with a different word or phrase.

The first one I picked up said LOWCARB. The second said BEAUTIFUL SKIN. The third and fourth read WEIGHTLOSS and NO HEARTBURN but it was the fifth that held my attention most. It did not look like all the others. The fifth block was larger than the rest and glowed a brilliant green. As I dug it out of the pile it began to change colors from green to blue, to pink to red. On the front, deeply engraved in bright purple was the word ENERGY. Yep, that was it. I simply had more energy.

The lowcarb lifestyle had given me back the energy I thought I had lost forever. No more dragging. No more brain fog. No more sleepy glances at the clock. In their place was one thing – ENERGY – and lots of it.

As I walked over to the CD player and pushed start, I wondered if I really was a dancing fool. Then, as the bass started to thump and the horns began to scream I smiled knowingly and thought to myself: Lynn, you bet your bootie!