Gefilte Fish Out of Water

The Playground
February 6, 2010, 12:21 pm
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Because, quite frankly, I am approaching lard-ass status, the time for drastic measures had come.  I’ve shared on here many times that I likes the candy bars and ice cream and cookies and cakes, but that since i work out a lot, it just wasn’t impacting my body negatively; wasn’t I lucky?


I have this former friend, Kfir, who owns a kiosk (translation, NY’ers: bodega; translation, everybody else: convenience store).  Last week I stopped by his store, and he doesn’t tap dance around nuthin’ – he’s like Eh, Scotty, you look a bit, eh, larger, no? [moment of truth]  Me: Um, whaddya mean? Kfir: Well, yeah – in your stomach and…..[wait for it]…..your ass. [desperately clinging to denial] Me: What? Maybe it’s this sweatshirt, which is kinda baggy. [remove sweatshirt, turn around for Kfir, modeling ass]  Kfir: No, sorry, Scotty, don’t, eh, hate me, but it’s only the truth: I have lost weight, and you have gained it in your stomach and…[no, not again, Kfir – please, not again]…your ass.”

Kfir also trashed my hair.  What is with your hair?  It looks like a mess!  Hey, diff’rnt strokes, Kfir – I’m growin’ it out.  But that’s another post.  Anyway, Kfir may be a typically direct and unsuble Israeli, and plenty of my friends chimed in on facebook when I made this my status update that he was a jerk – but, he was right.  And I’m glad he said it.  And he really did say it in a lovingly way.  Candy bars not affecting me – c’mon!  The ironic thing, I went in there to get some candy bars.


So, anyway, this was the ammunition I needed to begin cutting out the junk food, which I have succeeded in doing.  Before, I had no defense against the ‘call of the junk’, but now I just conjure up:

…and it works great.  I’m able to put it down.

Now, to the other part of the equation: burning fat.  The issue isn’t muscles.  I’ve got those.  I just need to do more cardio so they not buried under as much body fat.  And I’m a 12-time marathoner, so this shouldn’t be hard, right?  Actually, it’s harder than you think.  I have a chronic shin injury from years of running, so for me – even a casual little jog is kind of a huge production.  There’s the stretching before & after; then I have to ice down my shins for ten minutes (to prevent my compartment syndrome from giving me the pain similar to shin splints even when I just walk, 24/7 for the rest of my life).  This is annoying enough when jogging in the park, but in the gym, it makes it impossible for me to do intense cardio on the treadmill, unless I bring a little cooler of ice like I’m carrying around an organ transplant or something.  I can do the elliptical or stairmaster instead, but at my gym only the treadmills have individual TVs on them, and I cannot do lengthy amounts of cardio without the distraction of TV.

So, my friend Nir told me he lost 13 pounds 6 kilos in part by just doing intense walking (also, Weight Watchers, but I can’t afford that right now).  So, I asked my bestie Anna if she wanted in on crazy early morning speed walks in the park, and she said  Sure, Scotty!

So, we’ve done two of them so far.  And they are the totes funnest.  We don’t take it to the extreme power mall-walker level, where we look like spazzes with our legs all rigid and hips freakin out like a bizarre chicken-walk.  But – we do walk fast, while we gab like girlfriends.  And we’re suited up in unnecessary-but-fun super Sporty! sportswear.

Towards the end of our first walk, that’s when we saw it:  The Playground.  It’s really a nifty outdoor gym where all the weights machines are set up so that you lift your own body weight.  It’s really cool.  But for Anna and me, it totally feels like we’re at the playground, and we just get a good strength training workout in the middle of our cardio.  We’re both lovin’ it, and I bet you we see some real results from this.

Feast your eyes, bitches:

Me in a few years? NOT.


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HAHAHAHA!!! these pics are hye-larious!!!!

Comment by annab

I was Anna’s college roommate and could never get her butt of the couch to go walking with me (though we did have some good times at the gym kvetching about boys who were breaking our heart). How did you inspire her, Scott?

Comment by Jackie

The promise of good dish?

Comment by skatp

she’s right, scotty p! we were gym rats, never walkers. although senior year i do remember walking around our neighborhood…

Comment by annab

Boy is Anna disciplined (just like her Mom—not!). Lookin good Anna Barkin!!!

Comment by Judy

Shut up – you are NOT the real Judy Becker…THE real Judy Becker, commenting on my lil’ ole blog, really? Yay, Hi, Judy! Look forward to meeting you in April.

Comment by skatp

[…] to work on my memoir and look for new work.  I’d get one or two errands done and maybe some powerwalking, but then it was time to take Petey to the dog park, and before I knew it, it was time to start my […]

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