Sliding Scales

I am working on a longer post for tomorrow so I’m being lazy for today. I posted this back in January when only people who shared DNA with me were reading this blog. And it is along the same lines of the post last week about how boring I am. So if you enjoy reading boring stories about someone you have never met while you could be on Friends with Words or Pinterest, then I. Am. Your. Gal!

This was written back when I was religiously working out on Sparkpeople everyday. Now I’m not and I’m fat again, so clearly I don’t need them. (Update: I’m going to go on Sparkpeople today and record my calories.)

January 2012
One of the weight loss fitness tips I got from Sparkpeople was to take my measurements in order to have more data available to evaluate my progress. So I did that and those details are private.  I decided to take my diet tracking one step further and this morning (that morning), dressed in my underwear, I asked Brigid to take a “before” picture of me. I wasn’t wearing particularly revealing underwear, it just looked like a black two piece bathing suit with a fat woman in it. Brigid looked at me as though I had asked her to photograph me with a goat and something with batteries from Madam Giggles’ Whack Shack. I told Brigid it was for my “Before” picture, my “before I lose all the weight I’m going to lose” picture. Brigid, with a sneer of distaste on her face said, “Well, you’re still posting a picture of yourself in underwear.” Yeah, guess what smart ass? No, I’m not. The photo that she finally took will not be posted unless there is a rockingly hot “After” photo to go with it. “Before” photos suck by themselves. “Before” photos are simply photographs of someone who is fat, ugly, hairy, blotchy, whatever but they are no good to anyone without really good “After” photos. For now, I have the “Before” photo….it’s not pretty, but it’s an outstanding “Before” photo. (Update: still no “After” photo.)

When I first wrote this, it had just snowed. 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. And if my mother hadn’t died two months earlier setting us up for one of the most twisted yet memorable O’Connor Christmases ever but that is a post all its own.

My front yard during the big storm of ’08

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 now have it in my garden planted with succulents.

That story reminds me of an incident that took place 10+ years ago when my girls were little. One night after a bottle of chardonnay in the basement (we can discuss the very clear and completely denied depression issue some other time), I was looking at their Little Tykes plastic slide and thought I would be a footloose, zany, fun, self-medicating, lunatic mother in the basement and give that slide a go! I climbed on the slide with youthful exuberance and apparently no center of balance at all and tipped over. Me with the slide attached to me, tipped over.  While I was smaller then than I am now, I was firmly wedged into the slide, stuck 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 to make sure no one but the dog was witness to this humiliating stunt and vowing to keep this little mishap to myself. At least until I had a blog to share it on.
I am happy to report that I don’t do things like that anymore. That may be due to the fact that I don’t drink in the basement and we don’t have any plastic slides around.
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34 thoughts on “Sliding Scales

  1. Hahahahahaha! flip out like 9 year olds…love that. Love the slide story….if dogs could talk…well…they would probably rule the world…but…anyhoo. Thanks for re-blogging!!! This was sweet. I did Fitness Pal er sumthin like that, tracking calories was pretty essential in weighloss, but I had my dam phone out scanning bar codes and entering shit and wasn’t even enjoying my meals…(excuse)

  2. It’s a really awesome slide, though… And I think you’re awesome!

  3. Andrew says:

    Haha, I want a post of you just venting about “before” photos. So hilarious!

    • Maggie O'C says:

      That could be accomplished. I might do that.

      • Andrew says:

        I was angrily eating a cliff bar, because that was all I had for lunch at work. And your hilarity made the peanut butter cement I was trying to swallow go down a little easier. That’s all I’m saying. Just throwing it out there.

        • Maggie O'C says:

          Andrew that is so nice! I think you are so funny and the fact that I can make you laugh warms my big fat Before heart. I also just found the befores to my tummy tuck surgery. I won’t make you gag a Clif bar with those details.

  4. Storkhunter says:

    I refused to take a before photo. If I ever get to the “after” stage people will just need to imagine the before, or better yet just forget about it. Love the slide story.

  5. Ahahaha!! The slide incident cracked me up – I can totally picture it. If I ever write another screenplay I may have to steal that story. It’s so visual and stupid and well, something I would do.
    You are so right about “before” pictures. I have many unintentional before pictures that I have been ripping up as I find them during my packing process. Ugh. They are so depressing – if only I was super hot right now I’d be able to laugh.

    18 inches… psshh… that’s a dusting here in Chi-town. Okay, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration. Just know that while you’re waiting for a snow day, we’re probably buried up to our necks in it. Love the picture and memory.

    Can I just say that I love those wedding dresses. The shorter lengths are so sassy and a little retro. I can totally see you rockin’ that style, Mags. 🙂
    Nice boards. LOL!

      • Well, it’s very touch and go. The seller, me, is in a really sucky situation. I had no idea the buyer calls all the shots. I’m knee deep in lawyer crap, inspections, closing dates, etc. They just moved the closing from Nov. 30th to Dec 14th, and there’s nothing I can do about it. Great, it’s always fun to move during the middle of the Chicago winter! Woo hoo!
        I’m not gonna celebrate until the papers are signed and it’s a done deal. I have a sick feeling that it’s gonna all fall apart. If it goes through, I’m moving to Los Angeles (a rental with my hubs) to start, and then I’ll be looking in your neck of the woods in the spring. At least that’s the plan right now. Fingers crossed….

  6. I’ve never been to Pinterest, and that was SO much more fun that Words with Friends 🙂 xx

  7. Adam S says:

    Did you ever see “The Shining”?

      • Adam S says:

        First thing that popped into my head. I’m the same way about snowstorms. I get all geeked when a crazy storm is rolling in, and then I remember that I don’t get “snow days” off anymore. Next morning I’m shoveling four feet of powder off the car, wishing I was in grade school…

        • Maggie O'C says:

          haha I thought you were going to say I reminded you of Jack Nicholson or something. In Portland, if it snows, all hell breaks loose and no one goes to work which is why I pray for it 🙂

          • Adam S says:

            I didn’t even think of that, but man he’s got a lot of good one-liners in that flick —>That’s exactly how I feel during the winter: “All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.” You’re lucky btw way. Michigan is fully prepped for the inevitable storm. I think Detroit is/was a salt mine? No snow days in the near future…

  8. ethrbunny says:

    Heh heh.. slide.. stuck.. heh heh…

  9. Christmas of ’08 was the first year I lived here. Actually, I had only lived here about 3 months. I remember thinking, “Seriously? I didn’t read this on the brochure.”

  10. O, if only Brigid had been on hand with camera during the bum-in-slide-on-floor-whilst-drunk moment….

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