Actually, I slipped right through it is probably a more accurate reflection of my epiphany.
I was on my way to jury duty yesterday morning. I had enjoyed the rain throughout the evening and into the morning. I even saw a double rainbow on my way to the courthouse. I was running on time (a rarity for me) and all was well with the world. I strode confidently toward the courthouse, happy (unlike most) to perform my civic responsibility.
Maybe because all was so right with the world – maybe because the sun had peeped out from behind the clouds – maybe because I was people watching instead of sidewalk watching…but apparently the rain had caused a bit of a mud hole on the sidewalk I was traversing… and I missed it! As soon as my foot hit it, there was no rescue. I was down fast, down hard, and down with one leg in front and the other in back (something a natural man would be unable to do!)
In days gone by – my internal dialogue would have instantly kicked in! “Oh God, fat man down on aisle 13!” “Who saw that and what are they thinking?” “Surely I look like a fat pig-hog rolling around in his mud pool….quick, someone grab the slop bucket!”
But as people gasped, offered helped, stared in awe at my not-so-natural flexibility – I merely said, “Oh, I’m fine – thank you for the help. I just overlooked the mud. No worries.” And truly – that’s all I thought, too. (Other than the fleeting thought of ‘How am I going to sit through jury duty covered in mud….I hope it doesn’t look like I pooped my pants…this will make a great Facebook post!)
I went to the restroom, cleaned up my clothes as best I could – and carried out my civic duty. The crazy voices that have chained me to this weight-loss struggle were eerily silent.
Some days, the demons are dead. Here’s hoping they stay that way!!
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