the body beautiful

I usually reserve these things for “Beauty Parlor” or my own blog, but since we’re still in our “beta-version” of MRev, the beauty parlor isn’t quite there yet. I’ve been a little lax in blogging, as I’ve been vacationing … a little east coast, a little high desert, and some routine body-maintenance, too. Y’know - physical, blood work, poking, prodding, xraying, dermatology, not to mention my ongoing dental woes.

But this sort of news gets me down: high cholesterol. God knows I only eat non-fat everything except for the full-on filet mignon I get at Musso’s about 4 times a year, if that. I hike, I lift weights (just little ones), I walk the pup (an 80+ pup, that is;) I do yoga and exercises every day, my bones are in great shape (I got them scanned, just like Superman), the dermatologist REFUSED to consider giving me lipo (!) and complimented me on the condition of my skin as well as my vast knowledge of sunblocks.

I haven’t had a drink in years b/c it makes me puke. I’m allergic to narcotics. I’ve already come to terms with the fact that I probably was selling drugs to preschoolers in a former life and am paying for it now karmically. The upside to all of this: I look pretty good, if I say so myself. And it’s all real. More importantly, I feel great.

But what about the insides? Why is my cholesterol high? Ah … the one thing that gives me great skin, red hair, that younger-looking-as-I-get-older-thing: genetics. I want to scream “it’s not fair!” but there’s lots that not fair (besides, that phrase will forever be linked in my head with a crying Paris Hilton) … and it’s not the end of the world, blah blah blah. It just makes no sense to me. All of those burgers I passed on, all of that half-and-half that I pass by at Starbucks, all of the REAL ice cream that I avoid in favor of nearly flavorless “low fat frozen yogurt!” garbage. Why?

speaking of ass …