“I did
it! I darn well, most assuredly ,
magnificently did it!” came a sudden piercing scream from the kitchen. A quick look in that direction showed Buck a
one woman conga line with serpentine motion across the kitchen doorway. Buck was sure he saw the funky chicken on the first pass, then the walk like an Egyptian and a step or two of river dancing with interjections of “Woot! Woot!” and some flailing moves that
looked as if the lady had scored a touchdown.
The
ambassador looked up over his reading glasses and smirked knowingly. He asked “What did you do?” but he looked as
if he already knew. After all, both the
lady and the scale were in the kitchen and she weighed herself daily
“I’ve lost
it!” she squealed.
“I know”
said the ambassador “I can see that but what did you do?”
“The weight!
I’ve lost it! 25 lbs! I’ve reached my Gooooal !“
“Congratulations”
beamed the ambassador as the lady’s mood was contagious “I’m proud of you”.
The lady
danced away singing loudly and the ambassador went back to his paper chuckling
quietly to himself.
Buck was
astounded at the proceedings. He never
realized how large the lady was. Twenty five pounds is the equivalent of 200
rubber duckies ! Suddenly the lady
reappeared in her swimsuit “look at me, my old swimsuit fits and I’m going to
bring it on our trip” she beamed at no one in particular. Then she looked down and frowned a bit “too
bad about those very close veins though.”
Buck did
note the blue lines on her legs but he didn’t know what they were called. The
name made perfect sense to him as those veins were ‘very close’ to the surface
of her skin and he could indeed seem them clearly.
“Well, I
guess you can’t have it all” sighed the lady and she danced away heady with the
victory over her greatest adversary – her own appetite.
Buck felt
happy too. If he could have chuckled he
would have. Maybe now the lady would
abandon her high fiber, low fat, bean based diet.