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Don’t ask me why.  I just did it.  It was an impulse.  Which was rather foolhardy.  Merrill luck and impulsive behavior do not a happy couple make. 

I weighed early.

I lost another pound.

I’m not counting it yet.  I don’t want to jinx myself.  It may just be fluctuating water weight.   It would be just like me to get my hopes up only to see them dashed by the glare of the scale’s LED display.   Then I would get drunk and vow never to look at a Figis catalog again with much sobbing and blubbering.   Yes, looking at high fat food can cause you to gain weight.   At least that’s what I’m telling myself.

You know.  About a week going by without some kind of drama going on?  

Look what I saw when I walked in the door:

Yep.  Take a long good look.  That’s fire damage.   Here’s another angle:

Apparently my dear old mother nearly burned the house to the ground.  She was frying corn tortillas for some green chili chicken enchiladas (To die for.  Literally.) and the phone rang.  It was my niece.  Chatty Cathy. …. and they chatted and chatted and chatted, until…

Mom smelled something burning.  She was here alone.  My dad and nephew had gone to town and I was headed home so there was maybe a 10 minute window where she was alone.   That’s all the time she needed.   The flames were shooting across the ceiling like a fan.  It was beautiful and terrifying to see.  On top of that, mom had her oxygen with her, fighting the flames.  With Oxygen.  On her person.  With flames.  You get the gist.  I’m still trying to get that sunk into her head.  Flames and oxygen are not friends.   I think she’s getting that now. 

Sooo.. tomorrow it’s all about insurance adjusters and shysters.  ::sigh::

Mom’s a little shook up but we’ve already got the word out to our millions of relatives and everyone is getting a big kick out of it. 

I need to go back to work to get some rest.  Sheesh.

Well, long weekend.  I lost another pound.  Yay me! 

First of all,  no Bigfoot weekend.   They had to postpone.   It really didn’t hurt my feelings any.  I really don’t want to be a laughing stock.  I’ve only told ya’ll and we know how private the internet is and I know ya’ll won’t tell. 

I didn’t find any Bigfoots?  Bigfeet?  Bigfootsies?   But I did, however,  find some crowsfeet.  A little cream cleared that right up. 

I’m finding the food cravings and food obsession slowly dissipating.   I’m changing my view on food.  I’m looking at it as fuel instead of comfort.   I’m making smart choices that I know will give me energy and improve my health.  

I’m taking this slow on purpose.  I don’t want to lose too fast and end up rolling my skin up and tucking it in my pants.   Ewwww!!!  I just made myself sick.  

A pound a week is perfectly fine with me.  Although, this Dr. Gott diet seems to be slowing things down.   I don’t know if I’m going to stick with it.   I’ll give it a little more time.   

I thought I would continue the Phobia theme for today.  A little treat for ya’ll before the long weekend.

Last night the phone rang.  It was my buddy Pete.  Full blood Navajo.  Meaner than a sidewinder.  Not as mean as his Ojibway wife.  She wears the pants and the shirt in that family. 

He lives right by the cave where they claim it hangs out while in the area.  Soooo… he was talking to the Bigfoot dudes and told them about me.  Thanks Pete.  Thanks a lot.

They want to interview me.  Not on film.  No flippin’ way.   But they want to hear about my “experience.”   Which I don’t normally talk about. 

Plus.  Get this.

They want to camp out on our property this weekend.  According to my friend Pete they have been tracking it’s migratory patterns and have found that it or they follow the river.  Which by (Merrill Luck) coincidence goes right by my house.  On top of that they claim it has a migratory cycle of about 8 years.  So it appears every 8 years or so.  I’m saying about 5-7 but I’m not the expert here.   So it’s going to be a very drama filled weekend.

I’ll keep ya’ll informed.

Can I gain weight feeding my Phobia?   Is that possible? :D 

A Wendy’s salad with Newman’s Own (ALL NATURAL) Natural Salad Mist Asian Sesame flavor.  ::deep breath:: 

 Heaven with roughage.

I’m loving life people.  I highly recommend the Asian Sesame (unless of course it has some rat poison chemical which will melt my face off or something).  

No more phobias today, please.   My dance card is full. 

I drink a lot of flavored water (mostly Nestle Pure Life) because our tap water is more like a sludge than an actual liquid. 

Can flavored water hinder weight loss?   <— That’s the quick question 

Right now I’m savoring a nice Kiwi Strawberry Splash, vintage 2008.  A good year for flavored water.  

Do I have to stop another addiction?????   <– Oh wait, that’s two quick questions. 

Happy Thursday.

I lost two more pounds.  I’m so excited.  Yay!! ME!!!!!! 

Last night my brother was here from Seattle.  I haven’t seen him in about a year.  He couldn’t stop talking about my weight loss.   He looked at me kind of funny (I call it his monkey look) and said,  “You’ve lost weight… a lot of weight!” 

That made my corroded old heart feel good.

Today is going to be a humpless day. 

I had a huge lunch.  HUGE!!!! 

It was Calabacitas.

For those of you that don’t know.  Calabacitas is a vegetable dish that has (this is subject to variation) corn, squash, green chili (New Mexico green chili no less) onions, garlic and salt to taste.  It’s fantastic.  I can’t get enough.  Although I do have to go easy on the corn.  

If you ever get a chance, try it.  You’ll love it. 

That will be the last thing I say as Bigfoot drags me out my bedroom window.  

 I got home Friday night after work and gave my loving mother a gentle kiss on the cheek.  As I bent down I noticed she had a certain gleam in her eye.  

I knew something was up.

Loving Mother:  “Sam?”

Suspicious Me:  “Hmm?”  Here it comes.

Loving Mother: “You need to watch channel 13 news Monday night.”

Suspicious Me:  “¿Por qué Mama?” (actually I said something a little less respectful but she laughed)  

Loving (evil) Mother:  “They’re having a special news story just for you!”  (she says cheerfully)  Evil, evil woman. 

Less Suspicious Me:  “Oh really?  What’s it about?”

Evil woman that gave birth to me:  “Bigfoot in New Mexico”

“WHAT?????????”  

Just in case anyone doesn’t know yet.  I have a Bigfoot phobia.  Loooong story. 

Aaaanyway.

Merrill luck being what it is the story was about Farmington.  My area.  San Juan County. There was a sighting less than a month ago near a cave that is less than three miles from my house.  

Stupid me.  I missed the story during the regular broadcast so I recorded it for the 1am rebroadcast.   And.  I was awake.  So what did I do?  I watched it of course.  

I spent the rest of the night staring at my window waiting for it to come through the window and eat my tender flesh.   I’m sooooo tired.

 Here’s the link to the story.  It’s in the video list on the bottom. 

http://www.krqe.com/Global/category.asp?C=103935&nav=menu588_5

I hate my life.

About the job situation?  I can’t talk about it.  It’s proprietary information.   It’s bad.   But not as bad as I was expecting. 

Thank you all  for the support and well wishing.  It sure got me through the night. 

I DIDN’T BINGE!!! 

I’m so proud of myself. 

Well,  I can’t go a week without some kind of major drama going on in my life.   I have been worried sick all weekend.  Eating wasn’t a problem.  I was too sick to my stomach to eat.   Have you ever been immobilized with fear and dread?   Has it ever lasted all weekend?  It did with me.

The cause of all this?

We’re having a company wide meeting tomorrow.  The upper-management from Albuquerque are coming down and we are shutting down all operations for this meeting. 

Most of us have a strong suspicion that our office is being shut down.  Yeah,  I’m going to be out of a job.  In one of the poorest states in the union in one of the poorest cities in the state.   Yes,  I’m freaking out.  FREAK FREAK FREAK FREAK FREAK  <–  See!  that’s me, freaking out.

More later.   I have to start working now.   Why?  Your guess is as good as mine.  Habit?