The challenge? Thirty health-related posts in 30 days, using prompts prepared by the folks at WEGO Health.
Day One: Health Time Capsule. Pretend you’re making a time capsule of you & your health focus that won’t be opened until 2112. What’s in it? What would people think of it when they found it?
Time to let my imagination run wild.
The year? 2112. A man shifted the shovel off his shoulder and began to dig.
“Are you sure you’re digging in the right place?” his companion, a slim blonde, asked.
“It’s what the map says,” he growled, continuing to turn shovel after shovel of dirt. Just when he wondered if Sheila was right about him being wrong, the shovel clinked against metal. “Paydirt.”
Sheila dropped to her knees and pulled the bullet-shaped time capsule from the ground, brushing off the dirt so she could read the words inscribed on the side. “For my descendants. May you gain wisdom from my mistakes.”
“Sounds interesting.” She met his eyes for a brief moment before refocusing on the container she turned over in her hands. “Here’s the latch. I think it’s rusted shut.”
Sheila struggled with the latch before handing the capsule to him. He examined it. “Yep. Rusted. Want me to bust it open?”
He sat the container on the ground and brought the shovel down on the latch — hard. When it didn’t budge, he did it again. This time, the latch gave way and the capsule split open like a plastic egg.
Books tumbled out. Sheila snatched them up and read the titles aloud. “Atkins’ New Diet Revolution. New Atkins for a New You.”
As she leafed through the smaller book, some pictures fell out. He bent down to pick them up. One was labeled “Before”; the other was “After.”
“Your great-great-great-great-grandma was a hottie once she took off all that weight.”
Sheila snatched the photographs back, tucking them into the book she wasn’t looking through. “Show some respect for my grandmother, please.”
“Just sayin’.” He shrugged.
“Well, don’t.” She looked up, laughter flashing in her blue eyes. “No ogling Granny H.”
He grinned as he reached for the book. After reading the back cover, he dropped it back into the time capsule. “You mean there was a time when people didn’t follow a low-carb diet?”
“Looks like it.”
He snorted. “How could they not realize the health benefits they were passing up? The appetite suppression? The fullness factor?”
Now Sheila shrugged. “I don’t know — but I’m glad we’ve figured out the secret to weight control.”
“Me, too, Sheila. Me, too.”