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Life can be cruel when you can’t view your penis anymore!

 

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Celebrating another successful 5K race finish! Lean and mean. With a brunch cocktail of course.

Life can be cruel when you can’t view your penis anymore!

Yeah, I have been kind of absent from the blogiverse lately as I have been focused on getting my bloated man-ass back in shape. I had a bit of a wake up call not too long ago that made me realize I needed to embark on a drastic call to action. Well, it was a few things actually. One – when I had to go out and purchase 40 inch waist jeans (yeah, that was demoralizing). Two – when it was becoming uncomfortable to even bend over and pick up my keys when I dropped them (nothing like a fat belly mocking me). Three – when I looked down and realized I could not see my penis ( Oh Hellz No!).  You would think a missing penis would send up a red flag or something. Alert! Alert! Danger! Danger Will Robinson!

Yet, that was not the breaking point.

For a guy who always prided himself on his strength, fitness, and youthful outlook on life I would know better, right? Be more self-aware of what I was doing to my body. I had gained way too much weight, become sluggish, and fairly unhealthy. As a former personal trainer with years of past experience, and constant gym member I was ignoring the blatant signs that my body was signalling to me. Maybe the final straw was participating in the Cupid’s Undie Run on Valentine’s Day weekend and seeing how bad I really looked in pictures taken that afternoon. Sure, I had a blast with a great group of friends, and also drank a lot that day before and after the run as it was for a terrific charity cause, but those pictures were damning. Continue reading Life can be cruel when you can’t view your penis anymore!

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?

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

I conquered Tough Mudder and lived to tell about it! Hoorah!

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Well, that was something out of the ordinary! When going away on vacation the majority of normal people out there do something relaxing and fun. You know, the normal stuff like laying on an island beach, going on a cruise, doing Vegas or Disney, maybe even jetsetting to Europe to see the world. Some even do the staycation thing or hang out visiting family. Nope, not me being the mildly disturbed individual that I am. For some idiotic reason I decided to train for months to start my vacation off with a Tough Mudder which is one of the more grueling events one can partake. They even make you sign a “Death Waiver” to be allowed to participate. Not only is it physically demanding but also mentally taxing especially when running it solo as I did. I targeted the July 12th Upstate NY event. For months leading up to this my nights and many mornings included jogging for miles, lifting weights, and basically living in a gym. Eating healthier. I can’t say that it was a total waste of time as it sure paid off! In fact, I had a blast at the Mudder and actually did pretty well. Other than some minor injuries, bruises, and scrapes I walked off that course feeling like a champ and exhilarated. It was an amazing feeling knowing that I succeeded doing something I set out as a personal goal, and overall not many people can claim to taking on the challenge of this event and conquering it. Definitely not a walk through the park.

I am now a proud member of Mudder Nation! Continue reading I conquered Tough Mudder and lived to tell about it! Hoorah!

Massive Gastronomica, Clothes Shopping, and Spanx in NYC!

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One of the things that most men dread, and some women too, its shopping for clothes. It’s a necessary evil, and one that I do not like at all anymore. I actually did not mind hitting the shops to pick up some gear for my bod back in the past. I was a bit of a clothes whore. That was when things actually fit me the right way. Before my body changed a bit. Before I moved into NYC and caught the foodie bug and became a gluttonous beast. I mean, let’s get real here, one of the reasons so many of us live in a cosmopolitan fantasyland like the city I reside in is that fact that there is pretty much every fattening and delicious food on the planet here. Amazing restaurants. Ethnic diversity of meals. Food stands on almost every corner. Food trucks parked on the streets. Temptation is everywhere. Everything freaking delivers! Massive Gastronomica! Continue reading Massive Gastronomica, Clothes Shopping, and Spanx in NYC!