I did what to the who now?

I’m starting down the stairs from the forth floor.

“Excuse me…” says a coworker from the hall. This is a lady that I’ve seen around, but don’t work with (different department). A long timer, like me, but we don’t know each other though I’m certain we’ve spoken on occasion.

I stopped, “Yes?”

“You did it.”

Uh oh…I froze…wondering exactly what I’d done this time. See, I do high end production workflows…and they’re finicky and temperamental and they’ve just plain gotta WORK…but the only people that never screw anything up are the ones that don’t do anything. So, yeah. It’s not beyond the realm of possibility that “I did it.”

I’m mentally cataloging my more recent projects trying to figure out what, if I messed something up, could impact somebody in an administrative department (vs production).

I was drawing a blank. I chuckled, “It wouldn’t surprise me. But what have I done this time?”

She just waves up and down at me. “This. You. You’ve done you. It’s amazing. You look good. Damn good.”

I blinked, trying to process the statement in a “non-work” context. Family and friends say such things. I guess I’m not entirely sure I’ve believed them. For a stranger to say it? It took me a second.

When I DID process it, The Fat Man in the Mirror had a ready denial. For a change I handily shut him down. It’s getting easier.

“Thank you!”

Not a big deal…but it made my day.

You can read more about my fitness journey here.

I’ll see you on the road.

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

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