I went to a CrossFit demonstration tonight and afterwards, there was a party-type thing at a wellness center that has a satellite office in the gym. My feeding window was long gone by then so I was leaning against a rail, exuding my usual level of social awkwardness while everyone else was eating. Full disclosure: I didn’t break my fast because eating in front of people still gives me the heebie-jeebies. Did you know Heebie Jeebies was a song by Louis Armstrong? I know that now only because Chrome thought I was spelling heebie-jeebies wrong so I had to Google it to maintain my grammatical dominance over this silly binary-spittin’ number adder-upper. Eat it, Chrome.
I digress. As I was standing at the rail, one of the lovely ladies who co-owns the wellness center must have noticed me trying my hardest not to be noticed and shuffled over my way with an older woman on her arm. She introduced the woman as Vicki and I shook her hand because I shake everyone’s hand. I’d probably try to shake Stephen Hawking’s hand if I met him. Anyway, Vicki was tiny — couldn’t have been more than 5’2″. She looked thin but in good health; definitely in good shape for 65. She revealed her age early in the conversation. I like that by the way. Hiding your age is silly. Of course, she could have been 90 and just lying. Vicki was great though, so I give her the benefit of the doubt. Mostly because she looked amazing for 65. I wouldn’t have guessed correctly. I like digressing.
She dropped a bomb on me when she told me that a year ago, she weighed 178 pounds. For her frame, that’s quite large. She weighs 135 pounds now. It turns out that the party at the wellness center was a Paleo style get together and Vicki lost all of her weight by nixing the soda. She had high blood pressure and cholesterol issues. She made a point of telling me she eats eggs and bacon now and her problems have reversed themselves. I was just glad I met Vicki. My wife knows all about Vicki now too because on the way home, I sounded like I’d met my new best friend. I’ll probably never talk to her again though. As soon as she’d entered my life, Vicki was gone!
Oh well. I’m glad I got to meet her. Everyone should meet a Vicki. If anyone were to ever tell me that there exists a single — just ONE — person in the world who has ill will towards Vicki, I would call them a liar. Yep. Vicki was really cool.