I’ve left the cult of body facism & have decided to eat like a normal person now. No more interrogating waiters about trans-fat content, no more avoiding family functions (white carb central!), no more feeling guilty for having a tapioca pearl milk tea, no more depriving myself. The way I see it, I don’t do drugs, I don’t drink or nor do I smoke. Aside from sleep, the only pleasure I have left is food. So gosh darn it, I’m going to eat.

The amount of time, energy and money I have allocated trying to maintain/acheive 6-pack has been a tremendous strain, physically and mentally.  I used to say my goal was to be able to jump up and down naked in front of a mirror and not see anything jiggle! Some guys can hit the gym a few times a week , consume burgers and beer and still look fit. I’m not like that. I have had to work out 5-7 times a week with a trainer, keep food diaries , count calories and take supplements and still my body won’t be as tight as I want it.   It just isn’t worth it to me anymore. The funny thing is, since I fell off the fitness wagon months ago, my body hasn’t really changed that much.  Gosh, all those years wasted on a treadhill & dieting, when all along I could have been stuffing my face with pearl tapioca pearl teas. Yum

As long as I look good in clothes, I should be fine….right?

Don’t believe me? Here I am gorging myself on fried chicken at my friend’s wedding! (I love how my shirt below matches the napkin above)

The motivation to blog has waned in the past few months. It’s not because my career is dead.  In fact I’ve worked steadily, booking jobs from a Chinese Wells Fargo print ad to a 7 hour hand job for Hewlett Packard. But I’ve been rather un-inspired….

However, that all changed this week. An old high school classmate Richard (of Red Mango fame) said his  girlfriend Ying was doing a editorial spread for Viet Beauty Magazine and they needed another male model. Seeing as how I never say no to more tearsheets, of course I obliged. And  I had such a blast on the shoot!(of course, shooting at a swank Country Club didn’t hurt either). But what was most interesting to me  was that Ying told me that my site and photos were frequently referenced and mentioned by people in the biz. I had no idea! So flattering.  So, I’m going to make a stronger endeavor to blog about my career highs & lows. It feels more gratifying to know I am not writing into a black hole of cyberspace.  So here we go…

On the Viet shoot, I was reminded of something I learned early in my career. If they ask you to bring some wardrobe options, never bring your best clothes to a shoot.  Yes, I get you want to dress to impress but trust me, your clothes will be ruined or lost without fail.  The sets are chaotic w/ models & stylists switching outfits & accessories in a flurry, something is bound to get lost (or stolen!) in the mix. Or, your hot John Varvatos sweater get ruined because you’re asked to lie in a field (grass stains galore) or your new patent leather Gucci shoes are scruffed up beyond recognition because you’re asked to frolic up and down the rocky hillside.

Case in point, the Viet shoot was for their holiday issue. It was 100 degrees that day. And we were all sweating bullets in our Xmas best. I don’t care what anyone tells you, pit stains are not festive. I’m glad I wore a throw-away shirt.