Motivation and Perfection

It appears that I'm going to Los Angeles/Southern California for a while at the end of September. For the past few weeks, I've been emailing with/talking to a guy out there (one of the hottest men I've ever seen, to be blunt) and he's told me that he'd spend a weekend posing for me, plus provide me with free room and board, if I'd find a way to California.

This is definitely out of my comfort zone, but my intuition (which is rarely wrong about these things) is telling me that it's an opportunity that I shouldn't pass up.

Plus, being in LA will give me the chance to meet Jeremy (who publishes the magazine that's printed my work in the first three editions), Nick (who created/published my calendar), Levi (who's a makeup artist to the stars), and to see Seth and Scott (two of my photography mentors and dear friends, who have both moved out there).

I made a joke yesterday on Facebook saying that in order to go to California I need to lose 60 pounds in about 40 days. Yes, this is a joke — I know that's unrealistic — but I do think a healthy month and a couple of cleansing fasts might be in order. I just need some new motivation to actually enjoy going to the gym again. Right now, I hate every minute that I spend working out, and just looking at my trainer (hot as he is, too!) makes my stomach turn.

Then I found this photo, on WickedGayBlog:



You know, I don't expect perfection. I know that I'm too old for that, anyway. I'm never going to have abs or an ideal BMI; and I like food too much NOT to have a belly of some sort. But if I could have THIS GUY's body, I'd be thrilled. Hell, I'd probably never wear a shirt again.

Is THAT too much to ask?

I need motivation. This photo is a good start.

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