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So when I opened up my computer today, there was a fluorescent orange sticky note stuck on the inside recalling me to my night last night. Two sentences are written on this sticky note.

1. Who in the France is reading this blog!?!!??

I recall meaning this literally. My blogger stats are showing me France is fast approaching the states in readership. Next to France. I have to ask, Who in the Netherlands is reading this blog!?!!?? Because yes, the Netherlands are on France's tail. This to me is fascinating. I love to travel, and to think there are people in different countries, I one day hope to visit, may be reading my words just makes me want to travel more.

That being said. I really would like to know who is reading this blog. I have three lovely faces showing they follow my writing, but I'd love to see more. And also feel free to comment on the posts (even the ones where you think I'm insane).

Back to the sticky note. The last sentence written.

2. I eat peanuts!!

Yep people, this was my great insight last night. I eat peanuts.

Now I think I know why I wrote this down. Or at least I can assume the thought process behind it. You see, a lot of people lately are telling me they don't recognize me. (Yes, yes, I've lost a bit of weight...but unrecognizable I don't think so.)

The issue is, I suck at taking compliments. I'm working on this. (I have a pact with a friend to do the same.) As such, a lot of thank yous are escaping my mouth. Though telling someone "Thank You" when they say they don't recognize you, seems a bit out of place. But whatever, I'm trying right?

Of course the next thing they ask, "What are you doing?"--Meaning how have you lost so much weight and what is your secret--or more to the point--what's your dark little secret behind all this.

Without going into to much detail (on the dark side that is) let me speak plain here. I swim, I walk, I run my butt off at work carrying trays filled with food to tables, I dance in my room to lively music (this has been made much easier now that I have no carpet and hardwood floors in its place), and well I eat peanuts. And, NO, I'm not being paid by peanut organizations to write this.

Anyways, that's it. The story of the sticky note. The two sentences, and the rational behind them. That's my story... morning glory.