Nice Love Handles

So I admit it. I fall into the trap of working out daily, but I’m not sure I can completely answer why. I’d like to say it is strictly for the health benefits, but it’s more than that. Part of it is a narcissism that I have.
We all want someone to admire our looks, and therefore we want to strive to look like those we admire. It’s how we define beauty and more often than not, how we set unreasonable body standards for ourselves. Do I want to look like Brad Pitt? Well yeah…but why? Probably because I perceive that if he walked into a gay bar in town here, he wouldn’t be lonely for long.
That being said, I see a lot of really good-looking guys online, who are single. What does it mean? Are they not getting approached either? What defines beauty? Will that pint of Ben and Jerry’s really hurt me?

I was speaking to my friend Corisa over the weekend, and have agreed to create her website for her. She has finally gotten enough pieces together that she is ready to open her online gallery. I haven’t created a website from scratch in a few years, so this is going to be fun. She wants to have her pieces online for sale by Thanksgiving. Nothing like pressure huh? I told her I’d do it for the price of one of her paintings 36”x40” or larger. Figure for the amount of work I will be putting into it, she can do that much. Of course I know that I will probably skip that charge and make her just workshop my writing later. I want to have a finished first draft by Thanksgiving. It’s Corisa that has inspired me the most recently (ok…that is not completely true, but I am not ready to admit to anyone the real inspiration), but it is Corisa that has convinced me to start writing once again. That being said…I swear she is a living muse, and the piece I am working on has become my XANADU. Of course…if I keep getting stuck in the dialog, I may need to start taking Xannex.

I don’t understand our pill popping society lately. Too depressed? Take a Paxil to cheer you up. Have heartburn? Take some Prilosec. We have pills to make you lose weight, and pills to help you gain it. Why do we look to treat the symptoms and completely ignore the causes? Is there a pill I can take to stop this rational type of thinking?