Fly me to the moon, cuz it would be a hell of a lot easier....

So I have taken a little break from the blog because I was trying to do some Cameron stuff. I took a trip to California with two of my fellow WWCD ladies from work. Flying anywhere used to have such a great meaning to it. You just got on a plane and took off. Now, you go to the airport and proceed to take everything off, your jacket, belt, shoes, pedometer, Teds stockings, Depends brief, corset, neck wrap, knee brace, spanx, and hair net. In the old days, you didn't worry about bringing anything on the plane. You just needed your alcohol nips, cigarette lighter, two packs of Marlboros and a deck of cards. Now you can't bring anything over 3 ounces, so you pre-hydrate be drinking 20 gallons of water every day starting two weeks before your flight. It would be so great if they sold a seat located in the bathroom, because that's where I spent the entire flight.   When I actually took birth control pills, I didn't even know what a DVT was. On the plane I looked like I was practicing for the Indy 500 by the amount of times I flexed my foot to keep the blood flowing. We arrived intact, and what happened to us next is worth another entry tomorrow....

NYC, move over....

Anyone who tells you their 20's is the best time of their life has never been 46. Three friends and I took a whirlwind 28 hour bus trip to NYC and it was just the best fun I've had in a long time. It helps that we are not on a quest to meet men, get discovered by modeling agents, land a job or find diet food. I've realized those obstacles can really ruin your fun. We plowed through droves of people to seek out green magical drinks called "Wizard-tinis" packed chock full of liquor, shopped leisurely for scarves without the plaintive wails of small children, and based our plans only on what we wanted to do. We acted like careless fools, praying in a circle on the sidewalk to get into the audience at "Live with Kelly and Michael", and wouldn't you know it worked. Next up, a California trip to see Jimmy Kimmel and turn that town upside down....

Chronicling my weight loss is going to require intestinal fortitude....

So, I thought one thing that would help me in my final quest to reach an ideal BMI would be to chronicle my progress every week by taking photos of my changing body. I put on the traditional costume of sports bra and some granny panties and set up my camera on my bureau. Well, let me tell you, I think I may have stumbled upon a new career. My snaps rivaled those of the person who takes your license picture at the DMV. I had visions of myself as a crime scene photographer or a highway accident re-enacter. Maybe me and Marg Helgenberger could swap war stories.  I'm thinking of getting an NCIS tattoo on my bicep. Knowing how much my hip hurts will keep me on the right path, envisioning a pain free body is very motivating. And those awful pictures will definitely help...

The funnest thing about winning at slots is not knowing what you're doing....

Last weekend, we took a trip to Mohegan Sun which was a first for us. Not really on the bucket list, but it was definitely a trip. After strolling through and checking out the sights, I learned a lot about the gambling life. And that is that you need an advanced math degree from MIT to figure out what the hell you are doing. There are so many combinations of lines, bets and symbols to decipher, I feel like I may have stumbled upon the next think tank waiting to be discovered. One 90 year old woman was explaining to me Achems Razor on a 1/4 cent slot machine. Another "slotter" (who I really thought was Jabba the Hut wandering over from a Comic.Con convention) was extrapolating how it was possible to beat the odds at Wheel of Fortune. I learned so much, and the only downfall is that I now need a heart lung machine because I must have inhaled twenty packs of secondhand smoke in my quest for higher gambling knowledge...

Is that cabbage soup I smell (translation: I'm moving into the guest bedroom)

So, one of the best ways to be successful on the famously endorsed lifestyle change plan that I'm following is to eat copious amounts of a certain vegetable soup recipe. And the reason you lose so much weight is because your food is propelled through your digestive tract like a BMW on the Autobahn. I live with and embrace the soup, because the only other way I have found to lose weight faster is by donating a pint of blood. However, the soup has profound effects on the interpersonal relationships with my friends, family, coworkers and fellow churchgoers. The ingredients are as follows:

Cabbage: thoroughly cleanses the stomach and intestines and may cause gas    in some people

Onions: may produce gas and the flatulence associated with it 

Garlic:  Halitosis or bad body odor is one of the main side effects

Carrots: The pigment of carotenes makes your skin look orange, which is sometimes called Carotenemia 

So, ultimately, the look I will achieve is a 5 foot tall, giant carrot with bad breath, who is skilled at finding public bathrooms, knows the cheapest toilet paper brand and can wear a large Pull-Up under a size 4 pair of pants 

Paddle boarding, move over....

So, I haven't been blogging so much for the past six weeks because I was doing some things on my bucket list. The paddle boarding thing was a bust; because I did it and it was a lot less exciting than I thought it would be. Plus, my husband took pictures of me which I promptly deleted from the camera. However, we went kayaking and that was so much more fun than expected. It was so nice to be able to be in control of my own little boat, relying on my own strength to get me through the choppy little waves as we made our way to a Boston Harbor Island. Our whole excursion was probably about 4 hours, which translates to 36 days of being unable to use my upper body in any other capacity than breathing or holding my head in place. I have never experienced such a prolonged period of having "noodle arms" or watching as my brain tells the fork to go to my mouth but it hits me in the forehead instead. What I learned from the kayaking experience is that I need more time in the gym lifting weights. I promptly made it back there and have been working with a trainer so that I can stop relying on Mia to blow dry my hair....

Leaf peeping just isn't the same in a Hyundai...

When my husband and I were dating (long, long ago, in a galaxy far, far away), we would take off in his 76 cherry red Corvette, with t-tops open to the beautiful fall chill for our annual leaf peeping adventure. We would speed along Route 93 in New Hampshire to the Kankamangus Highway for thrilling views of all the beautiful colors that nature had to offer. Never mind that we felt so young and free in that flashy car; we were young and free of water and electric bills, a mortgage, PLUS loan, parental angst and didn't have a care in the world. We would pull over to the side of the road and I remember walking barefoot through the cold, cold water of the Pemigewasset River, smoking Marlboro Lights and not worrying about lung cancer or hypothermia. Last week, my husband suggested we take a little road trip and check out the foliage. I'm happy to do it, but will it feel the same in my 2005 Hyundai that has chemistry books, dog fur and empty soda cans in the back seat? Knowing that Rocco is sitting home alone waiting patiently for our return? Maybe he'll surprise me and rent a car so we can go back in time. I might even make a playlist with Manic Monday, Sledgehammer and Life in a Northern Town so we really go back to 1986....