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?

Not!

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.

#FAIL

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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Fatten you up, boy.
November 12, 2009, 11:47 am
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Look how shiny my coat is.

Petey has one day left on his “puppy-strength” (diluted) amoxicillin he’s taking for his kennel cough.  And I’m very happy to report that the treatment is working.  He hardly ever coughs now (maybe once/twice a day, instead of a hacking session every 30 minutes), and when he does it’s much less intense.

But as we walked by his vet yesterday, and I saw there was no one inside and the nice assistant, Arnon, was just chillaxin’, I figured I would go in for a mini consultation.

Arnon said it’s OK to keep him on the antibiotics up to two weeks (vs. 10 days), and if he’s still coughing even a smidge (which he is), just keep him on them (which I’m going to).  I also told him the SPCA said they can’t fax me a document proving he’s been vaccinated for rabies until they get some paperwork back from the Tel Aviv municipality pet office or some shiz.  (My vet won’t process our application for a dog license until we present this document.)  Arnon thinks that the city is going to process the whole thing and what we’ll get in a month isn’t just the paper, but the whole license.  Oh, so that’s cool.

Arnon did say that Petey looks too thin, though (wish I could be so lucky).  You can see his ribs.  I explained how I’m feeding him 3x a day (about 120 grams total), plus leaving a KONG chew toy full of treats in his crate.  And I explained that Petey had really bad diarrhea two days ago and wouldn’t eat anything until midday.

Arnon said that he needs to gain a little weight.  Not to worry, he said,IMG_3822 because Petey looks healthy and has plenty of energy (Lord knows), but for the next month, give him as much food as he wants.  If he downs the whole bowl, put some more in there for him.  Then, after a month, we can go back to maybe 150 grams/day.  Sounds cool to me.

I was practically out of food for him at home, so I bought some from Arnon.  A different kind – Purina Pro-Plan for small dogs.  Petey’s diggin’ it so far.

Also, I told Arnon that I can’t afford to pay for too many office visits, and I wanted to know if it was OK to just pop in like this for mini consults if he doesn’t look busy.  Of course! he answered.  YAY/whew.  He said that if Petey’s getting examined or treated, then that’s a visit.  But just to check in and ask a question – it’s on the house.  Awesome.  So, after Petey finishes his antibiotics in a few days, we can stop by and have a conversation…for free!  (I heart free stuff.)