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Thursday, October 2, 2008

More drama and cannings among the Gym People!

You may recall that early on in this epic the Gym People canned Stan, who was the annoyingly gung-ho trainer guy whose personality stylings first galvanized my rage to the dangerous levels at which it remained for the duration of the contest. I was annoyed by him and much more intensely annoyed by the loss of him, and it all worked to burn off calories and fuel my furious races across the landscape. It was Stan and the canning of Stan, in other words, that sparked the three-month rage that enabled my stunning success in the overall diet war.

The reason Stan was canned was not made clear to us; he simply disappeared. It became obvious, though, that the longtime gym rat types all knew the score, so, quietly and subtly, using a combination of poke-in-the-ribs e-mail queries and gentle hinting around the scale at the weekly weigh-ins, my friend and I teased out the story. It was not, as I earlier speculated, that Stan's no holds barred approach to weightloss put the gym in potential legal jeopardy if some too-avid dieter destroyed a vital organ or simply died of starvation. No, Stan was fired because he was having an adulterous affair, and the Gym People--or more accurately, one Gym Person, let's call her Oxana--found it distasteful. So Stan had to go and Oxana needed a patsy to take on the responsibility for the weightloss contest. The new guy needs a name. Let's call him... Scooter? No, no, he's nothing like the infamous Scooter you're thinking of. How about Doogie? Doogie is better. The new guy is earnest, very young and puppycute, and concerned with health, just like the original Doogie.

Okay, so poor Doogie assumes the heavy mantle of Wellness Director and begins to try to govern in a poisoned atmosphere of mingled resentment from the Stan factions and lickspittle fawning from the anti-Stan factions. The exercise classes are tough to lead, the weekly weigh-ins chilly and awkward. Doogie begins to find mornings increasingly difficult. The joy he used to find donning the crisp new polo with the gym logo stenciled on the breast is fast draining away.

Meanwhile, all unaware of the torment in Doogie's heart, of how he is being torn this way and that by Oxana and the Stan and anti-Stan factions, the majority of contestants are wildly losing, losing, losing, ignoring the prominent posting of nutrition advice, ignoring the moralizing e-mail bulletins about how we're all in this for our health. Just keeping our collective, sweat-blinded eye on the $750 prize to come. Until the end when we can no longer delude ourselves about the prize because the prize... does not exist. What is in the envelopes at the awards ceremony is not what was supposed to be there. Our hearts break, and some of us, apparently, start complaining pretty hard.

Because guess what!!

Well, first of all, you have to know that the (alleged) girlfriend of Stan has been sending e-mail the entire contest fomenting for the Stan faction to desert. Actually, many of them did desert in the first weeks after the Stancanning, quite without any urging. I was not in the Stan faction or the anti-Stan faction: I was a stateless, lawless mercenary out for number one. But I nevertheless sent a few sympathetic e-mails to Stan's (alleged) girlfriend implying I was in the Stan faction, simply in order to get all the delicious gossip I could out of her. I think I'll call her Iris.

So! After the final weigh-in, Iris writes a jaunty note asking me what happened and who won. So I explain in minute detail all the woe occasioned by the treachery of the Gym People, I express my sympathy for poor Doogie, who was pulled to shreds, and I also explain that on top of it all, I'm probably going to die of organ failure from all the hotboxing and spitting and chemical abuse I put myself through in an as-it-turned-out-totally-unnecessary struggle to lose eight and a half pounds in ten days to defeat Slick, whom I would have defeated anyway without any of it simply by maintaining bla bla blaaa! Basically, I do everything but come right out and announce I'm taking the Gym People to small claims court (I'm not, since that would be supremely idiotic), and then I ask in a roundabout way whether Stan is hiring a lawyer. Iris ignores that question but she does write back and let me know that Doogie deserves no sympathy since he was nothing but Oxana's puppet,


That Oxana got fired!


That Doogie put in his notice Monday and is quitting!

So Doogie will be free at last.

And now we know that there is a power behind even Oxana. She was Darth Vader and we trembled before her lest she stop our breath. We thought her invincible, but all the time there was a shadowy entity calling bigger shots than even she. The Evil Emperor of The Gym People!


Robin P said...

Hmmmm, Nom, me thinks you need a vacation, or at least a week-end getaway, RFN. You are welcome to come down here, but I am afraid I would less pleasant than the troll under the bridge in the Three Billy Goats Gruff fable.

Refocus your spirit, mind, body and emotions on something else for awhile. The Gym People don't deserve this much attention from you. Honestly, they don't. Get John Stossel to do one of his sort-of hard-hitting exposés (http://abcnews.go.com/2020/story?id=126119) on the head Gym creep there.

Meanwhile, I want to know more about the two Slicks. Why the Slick moniker? What was Slick about these guys, or at least Slick #1. The new Slick sounded more like Unslick, or UnderTheRadarSlick. But first, you need to get away for a spell.

Have you been feeding Juan Valdez properly?

Nom, nom, nom! said...

What's "properly?" He has a generous plot on which he is welcome to grow whatever food crop he wishes, and I allow him all the graywater he needs to irrigate it. I don't want him using potable water, of course. As you know, we need that for the house crops, since the pomeranian, Peshus Kiki, you remember, has that liver condition and we can't risk her getting sick. Juan understands that. Sometimes he complains he doesn't get enough sun to grow anything because we put his personal garden back there between the pool house and the raquetball courts, but it's his Latin temperament--he just looooves to complain, it's like food and drink to him. Which is lucky, I guess, since lately he's too lazy to grow anything to eat. In short, Juan doesn't just eat "properly," he eats whatever he likes. Currently he doesn't seem to like to like to eat anything, but this is his choice: it's America! A free country, or anyway, last I checked it was.

Anonymous said...

I am thinking of some titles for your upcoming bestseller. This has EVERYTHING you could ever want: greed, adultery, moral righteousness, treachery, skinny bitches, buff bitches, reality-show alliances, ditchweeds, and Jolly Ranchers...and it's still not over!
Blood, Sweat and Tears: the Nom,Nom, Nom Story.
Unfit to Serve: the Gym People Saga.
Putting the Die in Diet: One Woman's Nightmare.
Neither Too Rich Nor Too Thin: An Angry Girl's Lament.
I Won Because I Lost: My Physical and Spiritual Journey

Nom, nom, nom! said...

Oooh, I really like the first one. I never thought of crying myself skinny! I wonder if I can sell that idea to the jockeys?!

Robin P said...

Nom, go here and scroll down:


Robin P said...

#32 at http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/10/02/dieters-gain-more-weight-during-pregnancy/?apage=2#comments

Robin P said...

So is the Nom identity kaput? Gone? No more to be? Inquiring minds want to know. Why throw away a perfectly good online identity? I don't get it.

Nom, nom, nom! said...

"So is the Nom identity kaput?"

Naaaaow, I just am making an endlessly tedious joke in that one thread. Your thing about Omnomnom is hilair, by the way--"a real knee-biter," I was so hilairified. I intended to reconize your amazing achievement, but OMG, that Susannah lady is all mad at me for NO reeeeezin. I totally broke bad on her, but it will probably be disappeared. I also called for the jailing of Richard Fuld in the neverbeforeseenlevelsofpepclubstupidity greatdepressionII electric boogaloo "starving is great for your health boyoyoying!" thread. I have been shooting off my mouth a lot today.

Robin P said...

It took TPP 2 days to make that 'om, nom, nom' post appear. It wasn't going into the 'this comment is awaiting moderation' mode, so I thought it had been lost, or discarded. She probably doesn't check the older entries as much as the newer ones. She must work her butt off on that blog. It is part of what makes it such a good read.

I haven't seen any other posts of yours at Well recently. You must be posting under another name, right?

I use Tom H on Well sometimes. He is more constrained than Rob L. He shows up in the Economic effects on health Well entry.

Robin P said...

You may like:


This guy is probably OCD and mildly autistic (Asperger's syndrome), but spice is the variety of... Gotta love the weirdos.

Nom, nom, nom! said...

Cewl, thanks. I heard about that guy on the radio.