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Fit at 50 – A Regular Guy’s Journey Back to Health and Fitness.

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Back to being my old self. Fit and confident. Living well is the best revenge.

Whew. Now that was a grinding run I thought to myself as I crossed the finish line of my twelfth 5K race of the year.

The journey that brought me to this point on a cold and blustery day was one that I did not even fathom way back on Valentine’s Day weekend when this all started. It was also a frigid day back on that afternoon when I finally succumbed to the reality that I looked and felt like crap. Oh, there was no mistake about how I looked. Perhaps I was in denial for months and had settled into the winter malaise that most adhere to, and use as an excuse to let themselves go. Yet, it was more than that. Much more. I have always been an active person with an upbeat and youthful outlook, and from what I have been told, appear younger than my chronological age. That all seemed to fall apart as the winter of 2015 dragged into 2016 and I was feeling the damage of what I had done to myself physically. On that cold windy day in February as I participated in the Cupid’s Undie Run for charity I hit rock bottom. I was out of breath and huffing it after jogging less than a mile. I felt like a slug, and after seeing pictures of my bloated form, looked like one. Even worse, after I had sent my parents some pics of me at the event they mentioned that I looked kind of portly.

Actually, my dad said I looked fat. I knew right then and there that a change was needed. Continue reading Fit at 50 – A Regular Guy’s Journey Back to Health and Fitness.

Moist Balls! I don’t think anybody saw that coming!

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Well, the past few months have been quite a change for me. I don’t think many people saw that coming. Not even myself!

Who the heck would have thought that I would make a major life change such as abstaining from red meats, chicken, pork, and most booze. All the things that give me the warm fuzzies. Well, as for the booze let’s just say I cut back significantly, but ain’t no way I’m giving up a tasty cold brew now and then. Especially with warm swampass weather already hitting NYC.

Oh yeah, what the heck is Mother Nature doing? Not only do we get her bi-polar ass messing with the whole Winter, then screwing up our Spring when it seemed like the ice age was making a comeback, but now she is subjecting us to premature SWAMPASS heat! Sorry, but it’s not supposed to be close to 90 degrees in May! Well, there goes my electric bill. The air conditioning in our apartment has been working overtime already. I like to sleep in comfortable sub-arctic conditions. If I can see my breath in the air while laying in bed I’m a happy boy! Just throw on a comforter and a blanket and wrap yourself in. Boom. Like one giant pink naked “pig in a blanket”. (Damn, I miss eating those.)

No one wants to have moist balls. MOIST BALLS. Yes, MOIST. Yeah, I said it. That WORD. (I know how so many people hate that word.) Good, now you all have the image of my balls being moist in your mind. You’re welcome. Moist. Continue reading Moist Balls! I don’t think anybody saw that coming!

New Year’s Resolutions, Frozen, Squirrels & Hangovers in NYC!

10409387_10152872711523486_9007701862672997175_nLook, I’ll be the first one to admit that it’s hard to pass up a night out on the town here in NYC. Put a booze filled cocktail in front of me along with a great steak dinner and Phil is a happy boy! I just can’t give up going out with my friends, or meeting up with them at some hot spot for a fun time. I know I have some of the “Peter Pan complex” in me. I just can’t grow up. Maybe it’s because I refuse to. I see too many people that once they hit their 30’s and 40’s they kind of give up on the things they loved along the years. Not saying that everyone needs to be hard partiers their whole life, but I kind of see the alternative as a bit boring too. I know major life events change people – relationships, marriage, children, etc – but do they have to give up on everything they did before that? The fun stuff?

I’m sitting here in my fav weekend cafe where you’ll normally find me with my computer, and on my third cup of coffee trying to shake the hangover cobwebs out of my head. Still thinking about the terrific happy hour last night in an underground lair where I drank way too much, then followed by a jaunt across town in the rain to a steakhouse to end the night with more cocktails and engaging conversation over a medium rare mouth watering filet mignon. Somehow stumbled home around 1:30 and fell into the bed. Did I drink too much last night? Maybe? Spent too much cash? That steak and sazerac cocktail was sure worth it. Do I regret not just going home, hitting the gym, then calling it a night? Hell no! Life is short and time to play is a must. Everyone deserves a cheat day now and then. Mine was last night. Back in the gym today and be good. Maybe at my age I should slow down a bit. Nah! Even though recovery takes a little longer nowadays I refuse to give in to age. You know that saying about “aging gracefully”? I call bullshit on that! There is a big difference of being older and being old. Being old conjures up images of retiring to Florida, watching the grass grow, and hitting up the seniors specials for dinner. Not me, no way. Heck, I know people around me that are already old and they are a lot younger than I am. I’ll fight it and party on until I’m dragged away kicking and screaming. Still love going out, attending heavy metal concerts, lifting weights, travelling, dancing, eating well, and enjoying everything NYC has to offer. Why stop because you get a little older?

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It’s Thanksgiving in NYC. Turkey time! Come at me bro!

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Here we are at another Thanksgiving holiday. Travel nightmares. Family follies. Stuffing ourselves to the point of gastronomic failure. Waistlines pushing maximum expansion. Then usually passing out on the couch for a while in a tryptophanic turkey coma until the aroma of fresh coffee and pumpkin pie is in the air. Hey now, no matter how full we are there’s always room for dessert! Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays mainly because I get to feast and engorge myself on delicious food prepared by relatives who can cook their asses off. No Shake N Bake chicken here, just real down home comfort food and stuffing galore. I will admit to a guilty pleasure during this meal – canned cranberry sauce! I can’t help myself, as I love it. The shape of the can it plops out as. You can slice it. It’s gelatinous wiggle. It’s not as sour as fresh cranberry sauce. Drool.

Hey, don’t judge me! We all have our shameful little fetishes. Continue reading It’s Thanksgiving in NYC. Turkey time! Come at me bro!