Saturday, August 23, 2008

Running Away From The Past For A Slicker Waisteline...


I dug this old photo out of my paper bag full of old photos because my brother Steve was up and we went for a nice long walk around the lake while he was here.
I'm coming up on 46 and he's a year ahead of me, so our youthful competitive rivalry has changed from arm wrestling and bench pressing and chicks that hang around to bodily function and skeletal competitions...
Steve was, in his youth, the suave disco dude (in a club scene sense), and I preferred reading and running and playing tennis and/or soccer. Though we differed, we both did things with a sidelong glance toward what the other was doing, and how it compared. Sibling boy stuff. Competition...
Walking the lake with him really pointed out the years to both of us. All of those beers still hanging around unwanted on a gut, the creaking of older bones put through their paces over time and found to be destructible after all...
I suppose the thing to glean from this "moment" of boyish competitiveness and old-man-coming-soon-dom, was that a choice needs to be made at our stage of the game, and a plan of action taken.
I make many half-hearted attempts to lose weight and "get-in-shape", and it usually results in a kind of status quo. I don't turn into a lump of chubby but I can't do the things that used to bring me such joy. Simple things like running around a field kicking a soccer ball and chasing it (what I used to call dribbling, back when I had skills).
The extra weight I carry helps to hurt the back I've abused.
Steve has the same problem.
Anyway, we have a competition going. A race in reverse. The biggest loser. 30 pounds of action and excitement and counting intake and doing exercises...
He has to get to 230 before I get to 245.
You should see us go!
We're really movin'!
I've stocked up on Ibuprofen and Acetaminophen...

6 comments:

Jeannie said...

OK - so I have to get to 150 then


You are much cuter in reverse.


I didn't know you had a brother Steve.

Cheesy said...

GO TEAM GOOOOOOO !!

I'd shake my poms poms but they also aren't where they used to be!

So I guess this means no more Mexican food with Cheesy in GP?? lol
And I guess this means I can steal your beer without threat to life and limb!

Cheesy said...

Oh AND!!

Tell Sandy I had a shirt JUST like that lmao

Nikky said...

Good Luck Scott, I'm sure with a competition going with Steve, you'll make your goal. There's nothing better than sibling rivalry for help with that!

Oh, and dayauuum, you were such a hottie in your little red shorts!

meno said...

Steve's mustache is SOOO groovey.

Good luck, losing weight is a bitch, but i have faith in you.

kario said...

I've heard tapeworms help - got any undercooked pork around?