I'm Too Boring to Write Anything

I've been trying a couple of different topics, a couple of different approaches, made a list, actually did some work, all in an attempt to think of something to write here. This is my weight loss blog. I owe my domestic and international readership wit and insight regarding my weight loss adventure. 

I got nothin'. 

On Spark this morning, I really pushed myself and played enough games to earn the points that put me over the top and on to Level 5. There were no cartoon fireworks as there are if I win at Spider Solitaire. I didn't get a Sparkgoodie. Just up to Level 5 and 1500 more Sparkpoints needed to get to Level 6. 

My good Spark friend Crazywoman10, told me to take my measurements in order to have more data available to evaluate my progress. I did that yesterday. No one is going to ask me to pose naked for anything any time soon. My upper arm is 11 inches around. I don't know if that's good or not. I think my arms aren't bad. 

I need to do some strength training.

I need to stop drinking Diet Coke. That can be a goal in a month or so.

I'm going to San Francisco in a couple of weeks. Perhaps that will generate some entertaining  stories or what's the word I'm trying to think of....it's like "analogy" or "acronym", "adage", what the hell is it that means a little story? 

Anecdote! That's it. Perhaps I will have some interesting anecdotes after that trip. I used to ass out so much I always had entertaining stories. I don't do that so much anymore. Not because I have become gracious, graceful, sophisticated or more balanced. I'm just boring. Happy but boring.

It snowed yesterday! As a born and bred Oregonian, I believe it is part of my physiological make-up to flip out like a 9 year old whenever rumors of snow in the Portland metro area pop up.  At night I stare out the window, squinting to see if there’s a flake or two falling, hoping and praying for school to be closed. And typically, we get nothing. Christmas of 2008, Portland had a snowstorm that effectively shut down the city for 10 days. We had 18 inches of snow! That’s highly unusual here but it was so pretty and if we had been better prepared, like had a Christmas tree, it would have been perfect. That sort of storm has hit NW Oregon twice in my lifetime. The first time was 1968 or 69. I may vaguely remember that first storm or I’ve seen photos and heard stories so I think it’s a memory. My dad built my brother and me a little snow hill to slide down. It was just a little hill but we were only toddlers at the time.  Instead of buying a disk or sled, my parents put us (not at the same time) in the O'Connor family salad bowl and we slid down the hill in that. It is an acrylic, green tinted shallow bowl with leaves and sparkles in the acrylic. I say "is" because I still have it but now it’s in my garden planted with succulents. 

That story reminds me of an incident that took place about 10 years ago when my girls were little. One night after a bottle of chardonnay, I was looking at their Little Tykes plastic slide and thought, "that looks like fun." I climbed on the slide with youthful exuberance and apparently no center of balance at all and tipped over, me with the slide attached, tipped over.  While I was smaller then than I am now, I was firmly wedged into the slide on the floor on my side, drunk in the basement. I recall having to wrestle myself out of the slide, standing up, straightening up my person, putting the slide upright, looking around and vowing to keep this little mishap to myself. I don't do things like that anymore or we just don't have plastic slides around anymore.